A crying man.

Today was the first time I saw a man cry outside of a funeral.

I was in Cross Roads and wanted some real ital food. I visited a restaurant someone had told me about but it was closed, so I asked some men on the road where I could get ital food. They directed me to King Ital (which I will blog about in depth) where, unbeknownst to me, the most emotional part of my day would unfold. I met the owner and we got to talking. I asked him about business and how he got into it. As he relayed his story someone called him around the back and it was only then that I noticed that his left side was limp. He came back and we continue talking, he told me about his stroke and how it has a major setback for his business both financially and operationally.... and then he just broke down and started to cry, hysterically. I was across the counter, I did not know this man but the energy of humanitarianism between us was so strong that I reached across the counter and consoled him by holding his hand and rubbing his shoulder. He bled his story to me between uncontrollable sobs and I listened, I comforted, I suggested possible approaches. Then my lunch came and he said I should go and eat it before it got cold because he was going nowhere. I did, and as I sat I thought to myself,, I have no money to give this man but I know what it is like to conduct business in this economic climate. I thought, and I thought, and I looked around and said I don't have money but I have the education in marketing and business administration that he doesn't have. I can help this man. I would want someone to help me. I finished eating, went back to him, further conversed, he began to cry again while sharing more of his story and in that moment I knew, I had to give this man what I can afford. He is my brother, I cannot see my brother struggling and not help him, and so I told him what I had thought about, I told him I had no specific plan but I want to give him something of this nature with no expectation of return and he just started crying again and held my hands really tight. I knew what he was feeling, I have felt like my business defeated me already, i know what it feels like to contemplate closing business. I was glad I went there for food. In fact, I believe the Universe brought me there. We talked some more, I comforted him, I encouraged him then it was time to leave. I called my mother as I stepped out of the restaurant and just started crying. Miracles do happen and I plan to give this man at least two months of my time sharing, suggesting and encouraging him business wise.

Unity is strength.