He lives alone although he was once married
to a woman who was, he told us, a good cook.
He lives far from his place of employment
so that it takes over an hour on public transit
to arrive at work, and the same to end the day
back at his home. He is a man who has lived
many years, his face deeply runnelled by time
and a life lived at the edges of poverty. His
face resembles that of the former president of his
home country, the Philippines. One day, without
warning he suddenly found himself unable to
move, his body unresponsive and he feared
the worst. The ambulance paramedics calmed
his fears, but he was right; it was his heart
warning him of impending mortality. Aided
by a social worker after recovery from surgery
he's long been back at work, lugubrious at times
his wry sense of humour intact. He informs us
as familiar faces of various facets of his life.
We see him as often as we do the weekly grocery
shopping and seek him out at the check-out cash
he is assigned to for he is a diligent worker. We
empathize with him, value our friendly relations
while admiring him for his work ethic. Last week
we saw him animated when a woman shopper was
at his cash check-out and he spoke with her in
Tagalog, a blessed fellow Filipino. When he turned
to us, he momentarily beamed an unusual smile.