100. Doing What I
can
When Street Sign died, I visited the animal shelter by his
house to make a donation. The vet told
me story after story about Street Sign.
Because of his health problems, Street Sign couldn’t walk the
dogs. He’d sit in a small room, in a
comfortable chair, an older dog or cat resting its head in his lap, sometimes
for hours.
“He’d show up at noon and stay until we closed,” the vet
said. “We’d hear him telling the animals
about his life, how much he had loved both his wives, how he loved his kids. It
was sweet, the way he talked to the animals like they were old friends. He donated money. We tried to give him an award once, but he
refused. Whenever I thanked him, he’d
shrug and say ‘I do what I can.’” She
thought for a moment. “That sums him up.
He wasn’t waiting to make some grand gesture. He couldn’t do as much as he wanted to, so he did
what he could. I wish everybody did.”
Today I’ll do what I can.
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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