[ WP ] The elderly man who just saved your life , was the homeless man you gave your allowance to when you were younger .

`` Hey, kid watch out!'' 
 
 
 Something heavy slammed into me sending me flying into the air landing on the ground. 
 My mouth tasted salty and then sour, my world a confusion of black and red and disjointed images. 
 
 `` Sergeant Lawrence,'' I said and then I blacked out. 
 
 
 *** 
 
 I woke up in a hospital. Saint Clares maybe. My head was numb, heavy with the drugs. 
 `` Are you okay, champ?'' 
 
 
 It was my father. 
 
 
 I nodded my head. 
 
 
 `` Is he dead? homeless guy'' I mumbled 
 
 
 `` Yes, son.... The car.. The car crushed him'', a voice said from somewhere far far away. 
 
 
 `` Good man,'' I said. `` Used to sneak allowance... him. Still bought him coffee wjen... I see him'' 
 
 
 `` Its okay, honey,'' something said as I drifted back to sleep. 
 
 
 *** 
 
 I tried to pay my respects to Sergeant Lawrence after I got out but how could I? He had been erased. His spot was already taken. Even his cart, something so distinctly him, was gone - impounded, maybe trashed. I tried finding his family but he had none. All that remains is a paupers plot. It almost seems like magic the way you could look back and never know he was here. Even though I know life is not a story and things in reality may be far different than the stories we tell it seems bizarre that this good action by this man gets no storybook ending, no happily ever after, no nothing. 
 
 
 My father told me that you can always respect someone by thinking of them and living well in their honour and I try to do that. 
 
 
 Even though. Even though its getting harder to remember him. My memories are hazy, his face becomes harder to recall. And I look and realise how few of the good people I know I still think of everyday. People move on. People forget. 
 
 
 But, I try to remember. 
 
 
 I try to remember. 
 
 
 
 
 
 I believe its worth fighting to remember.
