I Could See The Fear In Your Eyes

Twenty five years ago. I was much younger and working a mindless office job which I despised. However, the job was comfortable and I made decent money. I’d take MUNI down to the Church Street station each day and walk up to the office on Market Street. I’d pass this homeless guy every morning in the doorway of a bar on that same street. He’d never ask for money, though each time I’d pass him I’d ask myself, “why doesn’t he just clean up and go get a job?" I guess that came from the disgust I had for myself of working a job I hated, so why doesn’t he? Thank God I’ve grown much wiser in my old age.

It was a warm, quiet and boring morning at the office. I had the door open as I always had on nice days and was sitting at my desk in the front of the office reading a book. Now mind you in that area, on more than several occasions, drunks and the local crazies would walk in the office and I’d have to ask they leave or many times threaten to call the police. On this particular day, the homeless guy I’d see every morning came walking through the door. He walked with a limp – he obviously slept in the street all evening, as I could assume by the scent he brought with him. He walked right up to my desk and stared at me without any expression and without saying a word. I have to admit he scared me. I went to reach over for the phone when he asked, “is Steve here?” Steve was my boss at the time and rarely in the office. “No,” I replied, “but he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon." He then left without saying a word. I wondered why in the world he was asking for Steve.

The next day I did not see him in the morning. That afternoon he walked into the office, nice and clean, with a bucket full of water and a rag. He talked to Steve and then proceeded to take a chair outside and wash our windows. While he washed the windows, my boss walked out of the office, handed him ten dollars, and took off for lunch. The homeless guy finished his job, came in, walked up to me and said, “I’m sorry I scared you yesterday, I could see the fear in your eyes. My name is Darryl, what’s yours?” He then held out his hand. I took his hand in mine and said, “I’m Joanne. And no, I’m sorry.” He then shook my hand, smiled and told me he’d see me next week.

Long story short: I felt like a complete jerk for being afraid of this guy just because of the fact that he was homeless. That day changed me. From then on, Darryl and I became friends. He began washing the windows of everyone on that block and, in a year's time, bought a truck and started his own business as a window washer around the bay area. He got married, had a child, and is now living in Pittsburgh with his family and owns his own business.

I’ll never forget how that incident changed my life and how I now view not only the homeless, but the world in general. Darryl taught me an important lesson that day – one that I will never forget.

Comments

Glynis said…
What a wonderful story, thanks for sharing it. We do need to think about how we treat others.
Icy BC said…
It is a wonderful story, Jo! This is not only a lesson for you, but us all..
RNSANE said…
Always good to have a reminder like this one, Jo.
Thanks!
Ratty said…
One of your best stories. I don't think you were wrong to be afraid. From your past experience fear was probably the correct response. He was an exception. Most people in his situation would not have turned everything around like he did. Fear is sometimes good. Reacting too quickly without judging people as individuals is the wrong choice, and you corrected that admirably. A very good story and with a good happy ending.
rainfield61 said…
A good story that I have started reading from the 2nd last paragraph.
We can change if we want to have a change.
AVCr8teur said…
Great story and glad to hear Darryl was able to get back on his feet and become successful. Sometimes people just need a little help. I don't think it was unusual to be afraid since he startled you.
Campbell Jane said…
What a touching story. Thanks so much for sharing. Never know who will pop into our lives for a moment to teach us something that impacts us for a lifetime, changes us, and most often they never even know.
Blessings
Campbelljane
Glynis, thanks it taught me exactly that.

Icy, thank you my friend.

Carmen, it certainly is.

Ratty, yes indeed. Thanks.

rainfield, you are exactly right.

AVC, he is a remarkable success story.

Campbell Jane, that is so true. He popped into my life out of the blue to teach me a valuable lesson. Thank you

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