Every evening, he would sit in a coffee shop which was in the corner of his area. He always had a sad face. He would sit in the coffee shop, watch people pass on the nearby street, take his coffee slowly but surely. Days, weeks, months went by.
There was one strange thing about this man, he wore the same clothes for months, and he moved with a guitar. After sipping on the coffee, he would turn to his guitar and play, sad, slow music. He would play it in a very low tone. Bringing people's emotions, sadness and depression to life. People would come round him and listen to his songs, some would cry, others would laugh at him saying he doesn't have a life, some would say he is mad, others would just look on.
One day, a young lady approached him from the crowd, she said "excuse me sir," "Yes" he replied, the young lady continued, " sir," cleared her throat "I always come here every evening to listen to your music, and am forced to ask, why do you come here everyday, don't you have a family to spend time with?" The man's eyes were filled with tears, but had to compose himself and replied the young lady. "you see my dear, the music is my family and this guitar is my friend." "I don't understand" said the young lady. "It was a brighter day some years back, and I kissed my pregnant wife goodbye, she was going to visit her sick mum in the next town. That was the last time I saw her as she died in a fatal road accident. From that time my world has been black, as my wife was my light, my reason to work hard and to smile. But she is no more. I could never have the chance to see our daughter she was carrying, my load is heavy." He then gave a painful smile. The young lady held him by the hand and said don't worry sir, there is hope.
It is always important to confront people and know why they do certain things, DON'T JUDGE from afar.Get closer, you might just be the strength they need. Do not Judge.
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