Smile, Your Name Is Linda

I saw a wrinkled-faced woman so lost and scary, and from her swelled eyes, tears of desperation ran; it boldly told everyone that nobody cared... but that humble human being moved me deeply. I couldn't go past her and not find out why she was so distraught among faces so healthy and joyful... everyone seemed to ignore her. I got closer to her...she trembled, but smiled by holding out her hand with droopy skin; how long had she been at that busy intersection? Perhaps many hours, I could tell by her whooping cough. " Please help me, young man...help me find my home; I can't remember where I live! " She begged me by squeezing my warm hand very hard...she hoped I was that angel who could lead her home. " I surely would...if you could tell me your name! " was my answer. " I don't remember anything, son. " she replied with confusion. Then she showed me an identification tag with her name and address. Seeing that gave me a sigh of relief, " Smile, your name is Linda and you live on 414 Oak Street which is only two blocks away! " Linda is my name? " Yes, it is...I'll be happy to take you home! "