Goodbye, Asian John

Ironically, John was homeless but did more to make me feel at home than most people. When I was working outside at the Salvation Army, I knew that somehow he would be aware that I was there. Unaware of where he was, I would look over my shoulder from time to time, wondering when he would inevitably come strolling over to join in. He would watch to see what task I was working on, study how it was being done, and figure out a way that he could help. It never took long before his hands were busy at the work I had started. However difficult or long the job took, I would no longer be alone. I had a partner.

John was intelligent and he worked hard. His life was full of interesting stories of victory and struggles that he was happy to tell others. My situation may be different than his, but we held many of the same things dear and shared some of the same struggles. Many times I would hope for better things for him and watch for ways I could help him the same way that he always seemed to be there helping me.

John is gone now, but the world is better because he was here. He made friends. He loved people. He passed on light and joy to everyone who would accept them. I carry that light and love with me. I will use their strength to make the world around me better than I found it. Like he did. He helped teach me that.

John has found the peace that escaped him before, his soul returned to the loving Father who created him. He is receiving his reward.

From now on, when I see people working and stroll over to help, I hope they will see glimpses of John in me. When I work tirelessly with no expectation of reward, his spirit motivates me. When I tell my story, he is a part of it.

Thank you, brother, for sharing your time with me. I look forward to seeing you again.