there is an old man i used to see every day at Delta.  he would ride his blue road bike in, then sit at the bar talking to the employees and doing a crossword puzzle.  he always struck me as very friendly and full of health, and though we never spoke, he was a familiar fixture at my favorite coffee shop.

i was absent from delta for a couple weeks, and now when i see him, rather than riding his always-present blue bike, he hobbles in on a walker.  i wish i knew what happened to him.  seeing him crippled makes me sad for people.