A Story Thick in the Air

walking across the bridge to my car that morning, i couldn't help but notice how quiet the city was. it was Sunday morning and i had just gotten off of work. i was tired and my mind was filled with nothing. the silence of the city was comforting. the sky scrapers were dark, there would be no one to turn on the lights that day. and with no more than a distant train the background, it seemed as if everything had come to a complete stop. the air was thick and warm. had it not been for the wisps of hair grazing my face, i would not have noticed the slight breeze.

i slipped into my little honda and manually rolled down the window- letting the morning air and warmth sneak in. the radio was off, the sun wasn't too bright- it was the perfect condition for my ride home. as i drove down the road, i saw a man running here, a biker pushing strong there, and a group of women waiting at the bus stop across from the union mission. i wonder, what was their story? who were they? would they rest too that day?

each one of them has a story...so do all. and everyone wants an avenue to tell it.....everyone needs a prayer, a cheerleader, and a friend. it was these things that entered my empty mind that morning. the smooth ride home began only with a goal to sleep, but it ended with thoughts and prayers for those who need to know that -that day could be the first day of the rest of their life...for change is possible.