I was sitting in Pioneer Square yesterday watching people do their thing on a beautiful Sunday morning. I was alone at the time as Jenna was getting some coffee.

A woman in a lime green coat and lime green Babushka apron politely approached me. She appeared to have a large bag of wrapped candy (Snickers, Kit Kat) and another bag with Christian crosses with scripture.

She asked me if I would like some candy and I said no sorry I’m vegan. And she offered me that cross. I simply said sorry no I’m vegan.

She asked me my name, and I told her my name I use in situations when I don’t want people to know my name. I said hi my name is Charlie.

She told me a story about her religious conviction and politely moved on. I know it was only a brief two minute conversation, even though I’m not religious I liked this woman for some reason. She was genuine and she was real. I kind of regret not having talked to her a bit longer.

About two minutes later, my wife and friends came back from getting coffee, only to be confronted by the woman in the green coat.

She told them Charlie didn’t want any candy, but would they like some?

Somehow everybody knew who Charlie was.

Where’s Charlie

I would love to hear you opinion as well

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.

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