Stories of Kindness from Around the World

What is your name? I asked as I offered the gentleman some freshly made blueberry and banana pancakes. I go by Mr. X; he gladly accepted the pancakes. He immediately noted, now that's a good amount of blueberries!

Mr. X told me about a lady who brought him some oatmeal with blueberries, of which he was very happy. Until he discovered there was only 1 blueberry in the oatmeal. Since he wanted more blueberries in his oatmeal, his solution was to just put the pancakes in with his oatmeal:). And then he began to talk, and talk, and talk.

As Mr. X would near the end of one story, indicating that he was almost done, he would tail off into another story. He just wanted someone to listen to him. He told me the details of how a friend of his was killed by the police as if he was standing there watching. Nothing he said came without a vivid description. It had to be true, I thought. I just listened. Then, Mr. X began to tell me about the government covering up their knowledge of aliens. I began to think, was anything Mr. X was telling me true? Was he delusional?

He told me that the police recently assaulted him. I wanted to believe him, but I realized that the truth wasn't really important right now. Mr. X just yearned for some company. I was able to provide him that for nearly an hour. As a matter of fact, Mr. X did indeed have a friend killed by the police nearly two years ago. Everything he told me about that event was indeed spot on. What else was reality vs. fiction?

That's not for me to decide. My role was to provide Mr. X with the space to tell his stories. I hope to see him again someday.