Wild Man
The note was specific. Someone is living in the little valley east of our neighborhood. We think he is homeless. Be on the lookout and stay away from Shepherd Creek. I didn't think much about it, still wanting to take my daily walks.
The little boy living in a home by the creek yelled at me as I passed by. "Hey mister, we got this, this, this note. And, and, and it said there is a wild man living by the creek. Don't go up there." I laughed. I told him there wasn't anything to be afraid of. I wasn't so sure. My heart was beating faster as I walked along the creek. To my relief nothing happened. That was last weekend.
Yesterday on my walk by the creek I saw a stranger. He was breaking deadfall. I could smell a camp fire. I said,"hi, how are you." "Fine, how are you," was his reply. I strode down the creek to home. Ever since my encounter I've been struggling. Should I have called the police? I didn't.
But then this morning, on my walk, I grabbed a walking stick. A heavy piece of wood. For what? And then as I approached the area of my encounter there was a noise ahead. My heart raced. It was May, the black lab living a few doors away from me. And her owner, Ann. Ann asked if I'd seen any signs of the homeless man. I admitted that I did. She had come up earlier this morning to see if there were any signs. Was she crazy!
What a weird dilemma. Why are we so afraid of the homeless? Wouldn't it be great to live in a world where we could feel comfortable about taking a homeless person into our homes and feeding him. Isn't that the Christian ideal. But the Elizabeth Smart case accents the perils of getting personally involved with strangers........
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