In an effort to waste some time this morning, I decided to take my dog on a walk. It’s usually an unpleasant thing. He wants to sniff every blade of grass and annihilate every feline, but the weather was so nice today that I didn’t even care. We walked around the first block and then crossed over a sidewalk that goes through a small tree bunker thing that some guy in my neighborhood who still lives with his mom complained to the local news about enough to get placed there and block my neighborhood from the main road. Jerk. Once we got pass the giant bushes, I saw an elderly couple riding their bikes together. The gentleman was obviously in better shape than his wife seeing as she was going much slower and was riding more of a tricycle. We was wearing a blue helmet that matched his blue sweat pants and she was wearing a red sweater that matched her red “bike”. The man slowed down and said, “That is a beautiful dog!” I thanked him, he nodded, and then we went our separate ways. A few minutes later, we reached the end of the street, about to make our usual left, when I heard wheels behind me. The same old man stopped, greeted me again and then asked what kind of dog Nash was and where we got him from. I told him, then we talked about pet adoption, he pet Nash on the head, and then turned around to meet back up with his wife. We continued our walk as we do every other day, passing the house that I first lived in, circling the court, and then heading back towards home. As we came out of the cul-de-sac, I noticed that the couple weren’t too far behind us, but had stopped and the husband was knelt down beside his wife. At first I thought something was wrong and was about to offer some help, but then I saw that there was no problem. Well, no serious one. In order to keep her feet on the slow moving pedals, the husband had tied red ribbons over her shoes and around the pedals for her. He knotted the bow and raised himself up off of the ground then asked his wife if that was alright. She answered “Perfect.” He got back on his bike and then said, “Just like you.” Sometime, especially recently, life makes me question whether or not heaven is real, but after today, you can’t tell me that there’s no such thing as angels. [By: IAmTheKJ]
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