Walking along the Golden Horn in the
dead of winter was an already dreary trip while poking washed up
jelly fish along the way. Turning back on to the main street a shoe
shine man was leaving his post and his brush unknowingly fell. I
picked it up and flagged down the approximately 60 year old man. He
grasped my hand and kissed it then insisted on a free shoe shine of
my decrepit hiking boots.
Looking down on him as he washed my
boots and repeatedly told me to change feet he told me about his
unlikely story about having 4 children and one with an eye problem.
It was looking down at a man on his knees, repeatedly kissing my legs
and thanking me that introduced a pitiful mindset. I didn't believe
his story of his children at all but one thing I did believe is that
this man had hit rock bottom and to be on his hands and knees in the
cold snowy streets of Istanbul, he somehow warmed my heart forcing me
to give him money.
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