Carl’s Garden

Transient Reflections

Got this from an email sent to me by my Cousin, Author is unknown.. Hope you enjoy!

Carl was a quiet man. He didn’t talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake.Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well.Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity. When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister‘s residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner…

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