Food is not the answer..

I have been doing these classes for a few days now, still have a few more days to go and am enjoying the sail so far. I am also quite sociable and so you should not be surprised that for me, a new friendship has sprung up, that with my tutor. 

He is undeniably hard to understand, he is able to be tough and yet encouraging at the same time. He has endless stories coming out of his mouth that make even me, a talkative one, sit on the listening end and have a hearty laugh. He is so straight forward, some of his statements, said unintentionally but make you start to reflect on yourself. Anyway all being said, he seems like a pretty decent, "take me as I am" human being which is the most awesome stress free or stress copying life for that matter, to ever live.

I like to learn from people's lives, watching how they care, perceive, handle and make the most of life in general as I spend time with them so I am more observant than my big eyes will make you think I am. 

I noticed how hard this Mister works, the long work hours with what seems like not much pay since he puts on the same two shirts to work interchangeably through the week. I noticed how hard he tries to keep a connection with his friends and loved ones because all he talks about during our class breaks is the good memories they shared. I noticed how needing he is for a breakthrough in his life because he usually has to work through the weekend on private clients on top of his weekly work schedule, just to get an extra buck. I noticed how lonely he is because all he talks about is how he misses his people from the past with a side tear half rolling down one eye, thinking I haven't seen. I noticed how needing we all are of love, no matter our size, height, race, struggle, addiction or occupation. 

Now, its not my place to come and try and fix his troubles especially only after knowing him for close to two weeks otherwise that would label me "imposer" of the highest rank, but its also my duty to spread love no matter how small, as I would want to be loved too. So every morning I wake up to head to school, I no longer pack my drinking water in my lavish bottle, I buy two bottles of mineral water, one for him and one for me. As I enter class, I hand it to him and you should see his spirit soar a little higher with a semi-smile, semi-giggle in awe as he says, "thank you." My water doesn't cost much, infact I know he can afford it. Food is not the answer but the thoughts in my food gesture that show me, he knows he is appreciated, he is a positive impact and he is a blessing are everything.