Pay it forward

He could of been my son,except I only have girls, or he could have been your son. It really wouldn't of mattered as he was some ones son. We passed him 3 times throughout our girl's day outing to the Jam and Sweet Shop, various Thrift Shop places and finally an early dinner at my fav...The Blind Angler on the beach. Maybe 17-19 years old, really dirty and worn out looking, and carrying a ratty duffel and a well cared for guitar, he looked tired and hungry. He came into the restaurant and was rushed out to the deck where he could read through the menu without offending the delicate sensibilities of us the paying customers. Stares all around and whispers as we all regarded this long hair dreadlocks blond boy....someones son...some with disdain, some with curiosity and others with empathy. He shook his head, thanked the owner and made his way out to the front, first asking to use the washroom.......when he returned much to his surprise his dinner was waiting for him in the far corner of the deck.....any other players of PIF...so much fun.