look on his aging wrinkly face. She guessed in her head
right off that he had to take as long as two hours to do a circle.
It took normal people about twenty five minutes.
She got about fifteen feet past the man and then
turned and began to walk backwards facing him.
His head was looking forward. When he saw that he had
her attention he smiled. Then he raised his right hand that was
previously at his side in a fist chugging along back and forth in
unison with his left hand.
“I am Peter,” he said. “But someone who looks like
you, can call me Pete.”
Pete never broke stride as he talked but he did look
down like he was making sure his feet were still moving.
“I shouldn’t say things like that,” he said. “My
beautiful Mary might get jealous and leave me.”
He was now smiling even more. Despite the
debilitating issue with his left leg and generalized weakness
probably caused by old age, he didn’t seem deterred.
“I have to ask,” Donna said. “How many laps do you
do?”
“Hundreds,” he said. “I add each one to the last.
That’s life. Everything adds up. “The yesterdays make the todays”,
I like to say.”
Peter was loving the attention of an attractive
younger woman.
“What are you doing out here all dressed up?” he
asked. “You just had a crappy job interview did you?”
Donna was surprised.
“Now how did you know that?” She asked playfully.
She had her arms on her side. Fists planted into her
torso. She couldn’t wait to hear the answer.
“Because people who aren’t satisfied figure out
eventually they need to do some thinking,” he said. “That’s when
they meet me. They tell me it seems like I am always here.”
Donna, was thinking this had to be a hoax and began
to look around for someone with a hidden camera.
Finally she gave in.
“Do you mind if I walk with you awhile?” She
asked.”My name is Donna.”
Chapter 10--The Big Boy Agencies
He gestured his hand to her like he was happy to have her
along.
Peter Dewalk was a man of mystery. Donna didn’t try
too hard to peel back the veil as they walked for nearly two more
hours. Nightfall began to creep on the makeshift walking trail in
the parking lot of the former home of the world famous Los Angeles
Lakers.
She figured she’d learn what she needed to about him
in due time. She was much more interested in how he was figuring
out these things about her.
With nothing really useful in her mind about what to
do next, her approach was to have no approach at all. To really pay
attention. To listen and absorb. The fresh perspective was the
underlying theme of the day.
Donna was happy to gamble a few minutes of her time
that Peter could help her continue on the journey that began
earlier in the day with her unlikely meeting with Paul the
panhandler.
“Let me ask you this Donna?” Peter asked. “Why aren’t
you making big money out there. I know people that have done it in
all fields. They have this quality about interacting with the
world. They project something without even trying. It’s an
openness. It’s a way of not judging but rather looking for ways to
contribute.”
“Its funny you should say that,” Donna said. “This
homeless guy in Carson today…”
Pete jumped in unexpectedly.
“Oh you met Paul,” he said, his breathing starting to
become more labored as he apparently was trying to increase his
pace.
“What?” Donna said, unable to hide her surprise.
“Never mind,” Peter said smiling. “It’s not
important.”
He paused then began to speak again.
“You know something?” He asked. “You out of literally
hundreds of people every day I enoucnter here, you were one of the
rare ones to take an interest in me and come talk to me. We don’t
talk to strangers you know. Not any more. Strangers are bad and
scary. That’s what we’re
right off that he had to take as long as two hours to do a circle.
It took normal people about twenty five minutes.
She got about fifteen feet past the man and then
turned and began to walk backwards facing him.
His head was looking forward. When he saw that he had
her attention he smiled. Then he raised his right hand that was
previously at his side in a fist chugging along back and forth in
unison with his left hand.
“I am Peter,” he said. “But someone who looks like
you, can call me Pete.”
Pete never broke stride as he talked but he did look
down like he was making sure his feet were still moving.
“I shouldn’t say things like that,” he said. “My
beautiful Mary might get jealous and leave me.”
He was now smiling even more. Despite the
debilitating issue with his left leg and generalized weakness
probably caused by old age, he didn’t seem deterred.
“I have to ask,” Donna said. “How many laps do you
do?”
“Hundreds,” he said. “I add each one to the last.
That’s life. Everything adds up. “The yesterdays make the todays”,
I like to say.”
Peter was loving the attention of an attractive
younger woman.
“What are you doing out here all dressed up?” he
asked. “You just had a crappy job interview did you?”
Donna was surprised.
“Now how did you know that?” She asked playfully.
She had her arms on her side. Fists planted into her
torso. She couldn’t wait to hear the answer.
“Because people who aren’t satisfied figure out
eventually they need to do some thinking,” he said. “That’s when
they meet me. They tell me it seems like I am always here.”
Donna, was thinking this had to be a hoax and began
to look around for someone with a hidden camera.
Finally she gave in.
“Do you mind if I walk with you awhile?” She
asked.”My name is Donna.”
Chapter 10--The Big Boy Agencies
He gestured his hand to her like he was happy to have her
along.
Peter Dewalk was a man of mystery. Donna didn’t try
too hard to peel back the veil as they walked for nearly two more
hours. Nightfall began to creep on the makeshift walking trail in
the parking lot of the former home of the world famous Los Angeles
Lakers.
She figured she’d learn what she needed to about him
in due time. She was much more interested in how he was figuring
out these things about her.
With nothing really useful in her mind about what to
do next, her approach was to have no approach at all. To really pay
attention. To listen and absorb. The fresh perspective was the
underlying theme of the day.
Donna was happy to gamble a few minutes of her time
that Peter could help her continue on the journey that began
earlier in the day with her unlikely meeting with Paul the
panhandler.
“Let me ask you this Donna?” Peter asked. “Why aren’t
you making big money out there. I know people that have done it in
all fields. They have this quality about interacting with the
world. They project something without even trying. It’s an
openness. It’s a way of not judging but rather looking for ways to
contribute.”
“Its funny you should say that,” Donna said. “This
homeless guy in Carson today…”
Pete jumped in unexpectedly.
“Oh you met Paul,” he said, his breathing starting to
become more labored as he apparently was trying to increase his
pace.
“What?” Donna said, unable to hide her surprise.
“Never mind,” Peter said smiling. “It’s not
important.”
He paused then began to speak again.
“You know something?” He asked. “You out of literally
hundreds of people every day I enoucnter here, you were one of the
rare ones to take an interest in me and come talk to me. We don’t
talk to strangers you know. Not any more. Strangers are bad and
scary. That’s what we’re
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