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It happened as I was walking to my car

I usually don’t see much, two blocks isn’t far

But for some reason, that boy just caught my eye

Sitting on the corner, he wiped a tear from his eye



I don’t know what pushed me, but I had to ask what was wrong

He said, “My daddy left last night, and I don’t think he’s coming home”

It was a Friday afternoon and I had nowhere to be

So we walked down the street to a place where he could talk to me



As our talk went on, it took me by surprise

It was almost as if his weren’t a stranger’s eyes

And as he told me of what his parents called divorce

A tear rolled down my cheek that could be held back by no force



The emotions welled up in me when he described his dad

Especially the Harley just like my father had

The beard that got him called Santa around Christmas time

The way his job involved electric lines



I told him of my father who seemed so much alike

How he was a lineman and how he rode a bike

And how he left my mom when I was about this boy’s age

It seamed that in the story of life, we were on the same page



But I told him how my dad had always shown me love

And how I could tell that he was sorry that he couldn’t see me enough

And how he always told me he’d be there no matter what

And how he showed that that was true with every chance he got



The little boy said, “Do you think my dad will do that too?”

My only answer was “he has to with a boy like you”

There was an awkward silence so I asked him “What’s your name?”

And suddenly I realized to whom he seamed the same



He said, “My name’s Matt, and, sir, you’ve helped me out”

Suddenly I started to figure it out

So I asked him what year he was born

“1985, the year of our Lord”



There is not much greater feeling, no doubt

Then finding a way to help others out

But what is even better, a greater success

When we realize how we help ourselves in the process.