BY AINSLEY CARMAN
We were driving about on a chilly November day. The misty rain stung at my face and my body had been penetrated by this cold for hours. The soon approaching winter announced that its arrival was in near sight.
As we drove our way to the interstate, there stood a man holding a sign.
The man slumped
Lines drawn across a worn face
I made eye contact with him
For a short moment
I still couldn’t shake the grim facial expression haunted by the silent piercing of his eyes
the only thing on my mind-
This tightness coursed through my veins
I wanted to know his story
I wished I knew where his family was
I could've done something
I should have done something
-A Disappointed 22 Year Old