is the man.
I don't know his name. It has been almost 30 years since I saw him
and he died a week later. His image has accompanied me these 30 years
on my journey through life. Much has happened to me since then but
always I come back to him.
I was standing in a doorway in downtown Saigon. It was raining and
I was just taking up the portal watching the world go by and then
he was there in front of me with his hand out.
I was approached on every block in Saigon by beggars and did not want
to pay him anything. But there was something about him, something
in his face; in his eyes. We met and passed words mentally for a moment.
I motioned awkwardly that I would pay him if I could take his photograph.
He smiled that wonderful smile, took the money, and was gone again.