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K Mark Schofer

 I walked along the trail today. It was a capricious Spring Day with occasional out-of-control showers and outbursts of magnificent sunlight. This was a rare day where the park was not crowded with people. Usually there  is somebody walking their dog, an occasional jogger or people on bicycle. But not today there was absolutely nobody in the park. It was enjoyable watching the ever-changing sky and letting the dogs enjoy their walk. Trillium lined either side of the trail and as I walked around a bend I approached a familiar park bench. On this park bench sat a pair crutches with no person attached to them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair of crutches unattached, other than those hanging in my garage. And the concept of crutches usually infers that one can not actually walk. So someone or somebody had to walk away from spurned crutches.

I could leave this for another day. 

Or make sense of it.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.