PLEASE MEET TEX
It had rained hard and Tex's tennis-shoes were sopping wet. He was kicking garbage and personal belongings into a big pile, stuff left behind after another Seattle sweep.
I introduced myself and asked how he was doing. He looked at me, smiled, and said, "Hello Rex, I'm Tex." And then immediately recited a paragraph from the bible explaining the lesson he was learning.
Tex kicked a plastic bottle twenty or so feet right into the middle of the pile and I asked if he had played soccer. He said, "No, why?" Then shared more about the word of God.
We walked side by side kicking garbage towards the pile, quietly exchanging thoughts about life. He had spent time in prison and the rest roaming the country. He was on a journey.
When we had the entire area cleaned Tex looked at me and said, "Well, really nice meeting you. Tomorrow or the next day the city will come with a truck, pick the pile up, and get credit for cleaning the entire place. That's just the way it is."
We both paused. He took off the necklace he was wearing, which had several wood beads and a carved monkey claw, and gave it to me, saying, "Here, this is for you."
SODO neighborhood | Rex
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