Every morning on my way to work I pass an older man who rides on his mobility scooter. Its usually somewhere between 7am and 10 past when I head near this particular area. Most mornings I encounter this gorgeous little man scooting along the side of the road on his way to the cemetary.
I do not know whose grave site he visits each morning, but that person must of meant a heap to him. He doesnt attend the cemetary on rainy days, but even on the coldest of mornings, he scoots along on his scooter.
Its really touching to me that someone would give that sort of dedication to another. I think it might have something to do with the thoughts of , if i wasnt at work would i head out so early and pay my respects to someone EACH day, or might i have another cup of coffee in the morning and go later?
Either way, each morning I give the gentleman a wave, and he returns the gesture. He makes me smile each day. Thank you Mr. Mobility.