Shoeshine Man

I just forget that I have already passed many time in my life but birthday reminds me that. Then I start to calculate what I have done so far and what I should do within the remaining time.

My birthday has become meaningless when I think about the shoeshine Man who shined my shoes this afternoon. Usually he collect shoes quickly , and with lightning speed he brushed with polish.

This afternoon he could only use his left hand, he had just fallen and broken his right hand. His wife helped polish our shoes and the man drove an already shiny shoes. For me, he's a great father figure and a great mother. make a living with his broken hand at the age that no longer young.

Glad to share a little happiness for him.
Get-well...