55. Can I Help
You?
“When do you start the cancer treatments?” I asked Street
Sign.
“I don’t,” he said.
Seeing the look on my face, he added, “I’m a tired eighty-year-old tied to
this oxygen tank. My hip aches when it rains. Except for RuhRoh here, nobody
really depends on me.”
“You have to get treatment!” I stammered, not knowing what
else to say.
“I don’t. And you
don’t have to like my decision, but I hope you’ll be there if I need you.”
My heart dropped into my shoes, as I wracked my brain for a
way to change his mind. “Okay, you can count on me,” I said with no enthusiasm
whatsoever.
“Try to be grateful you’re in a position to help,” he said,
putting his hand on my shoulder.
Today I
will be grateful if I’m able to help.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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