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Looking For Faces

6 Jun

at night when I drive
I become a machine
I know the route so well
I get stuck in a daze
and find myself at point B

every once in awhile
I’ll come back to life
and see things
in the corner of my eye

a lamppost becomes a person
lights, a gaze at me

and I think
we are all just looking for faces

we see them in a piece of toast
or bowl of cereal
in cracks in the ceiling
or holes in our clothes

these sightings make frightened
make us laugh
make something ordinary, not

a holy moment
a sight of eternity
linking us with all humanity

we spend all day
filling our eyes with numbers and letters
dollar signs and every image

but we all know
faces are the only thing
worth anything

we lose ourselves
trying to forget certain faces
the way eyes crease
and lips thin when angry

we try to remember
a freckled nose
a perfect line
caused by joy

we squint just enough so they
all blur together
but we can’t erase them

we’re all just looking for faces


All About People

31 Aug

“And whose birthday is it today?”  I ask smiling, as I hand Sam* one of the many pills he takes every evening.

His face lights up, bright and open at the thought of friendship.

“Today is Laura’s. She is one of my best, best, BEST friends! I have known her for…”

He stops for a moment, taking the pill, washing it down with a swig of water. He counts awkwardly on his fingers, mumbling the numbers to himself.

“Wow, for 14 years!”

I smile. This is our nightly ritual.

Sam is one of the guys who lives in the group home I work at. He is in his early 30’s and mentally disabled.

There are things he can’t do,  but nothing seems to be lacking in his life. 

Because Sam is all about people.

Just about every day Sam tells me about someone who has a birthday. He is always introducing people, connecting people. Sam never forgets a name or a birthday. He is everyone’s friend, instantly. I am convinced by now he is somehow linked to everyone who has ever lived in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex.

Sam walks out of his room at 10:30 pm when I have an hour left of my shift and I am exhausted and ready to go home, to talk.

“Lisa and John just had a baby girl!!!”

He shows me picture from facebook on his phone. He tells me a long story about where he met them and how long he has known them.  He grins the whole time, joy overflowing. He is not watching the clock, not concerned about the things he has to get done. He is not worried about his day tomorrow.

He is simply in the here and now, sharing his friendship.

I try to pay attention to these stories. I don’t always do a good job. My mind wanders. I think about going home and going to sleep. Sometimes the stories sound all the same, just different times, and places and names.

But I know they are not. They are individuals, and  he values them more than anything.

They give his life color and meaning.

I have never heard Sam say anything bad about anyone. He never judges anyone. He isn’t aware or concerned about how “different” someone might be, he isn’t bothered by their looks or abilities or lack thereof.

When meeting someone new he always comments, as soon when they walk out of the room,

“They seem like a really, really, cool person. I am SO glad they are here!”

I have a lot to learn from him.
The world needs more people like Sam

*Name changed.

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