Every now and then, I still run into Jamal. He walks now, though it takes him a great amount of effort and he can’t go the distance. He shakes my hand, asks me how I am. I rarely get the chance to ask him how he’s doing before he waves goodbye and struts on.
I asked Jamal, if he had any plans for Christmas. He told me that Christmas is the time that his family might come to visit, and he was hoping they would. He smiles at the thought, then stops when the big maybe sinks in. I told him I would hope for him too.
I ran into Jamal; this time he didn’t ask me how I was. But he immediately told me he was doing very well. He would have another round of rehabilitation for the summer, and there’s hope that his legs will get much stronger and he’ll be able to walk well again.
Today I ran into Latif, who I hadn’t seen in ages. He recognized me and he immediately came walking over clapping his hands and laughing that I really look like a writer now. He asked me if I’d finished my book. I told him yes and that we probably won’t be seeing each other again since I’m moving to Berlin soon, to make it big. He tells me that he will stop by for coffee sometime before I leave. He probably won’t but I appreciate the gesture.[/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section]