New Stomps

New Stomps Today I have again, been told the value of my worth. Limitless... or at least the value of new socks and shoes, by a man... that did not look at the price tag, but instead at my face, as he ripped open the sock package of six... to get me what was needed. The whole package, more money than I paid for my last pair of shoes... a long while back. Placing all on the cash belt, "We'll take the lot..." adding the shoes, the open bag, and a second one, absently... to the mix, then placing the change he received in the small donation can at the door. I have finally met a man, like my grandfather. A good man.