Christmas at a Traffic Light

7 Dec


I was headed west from Longwood on 434 and had stopped for the red light at 436. Over to my right and one car ahead, I noticed a driver in a late-model grey sedan.

I found it strange that I should notice him and not others around me. Somehow, when I saw him, from behind and at an angle, I felt an unusual sense of connection, even though I did not know him, he did not see me, or even know that I exist.

He was of dark complexion, tight black hair clipped closely to his scalp, and he was running a short-bristled brush over his head.

He was just there, as I was, waiting for the light to change. Who was he? What were his joys and sorrows?

I wondered, “If we ever met in a store, would we speak or just walk on by?”

The light changed.

Merry Christmas … friend.

He went his way.

I went mine.



2 Responses to “Christmas at a Traffic Light”

  1. JAMES M ISADORE December 7, 2013 at 8:49 pm #

    Interesting…usually the Secret Service won’t let him drive his own car. Merry Christmas, Deacon Henry and Peggy.


    • Henry Libersat December 8, 2013 at 6:23 pm #

      Jim, and a very Blessed Christmas to you and your loved ones. May our enemies be blessed with mercy and faith.


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