Wisdom Comes From a Wicker Chair

For a Year I have driven the same path to school and home from school, for a year I have waken in the morning and went through the same routine, the same monotonous schedule.
1.Turn off the alarm
2.Shower
3.Eat
4.Start my car
5. Find my music
6.Start on the way to school
7.Get to class
For a year I have done this same thing day in day out, it has become a routine most days I could probably do this sleeping, which some times I feel I have. But for a year I have passed a old man sitting in his rocking Chair sitting on his porch face faced to the east. For a year I have passed this man by without a thought in the world, without a care of how is life is. But just of recent have I actually noticed the man; I mean truly noticed him. As I continued down to class in a hurry just like all the other corporate cockroaches on Rochester Rd. As I sat in class my mind raced with toughts of the man I seen for a years but only noticed today, why this day? Why not any other day? I began to think of the mans life and things he could of been, maybe a soldier who's eyes seen mass murder of a his fellow comrades, or maybe just witnessing the true meaning of "Violence through Peace." I wondered and pondered on what his mind could hold, all the valuable stories that man could hold. As I drove home that day I saw the man leaned back in his wicker rocking chair with a ball cap laid high on his head. My mind was screaming to stop but my hands and feet disobeyed its command. That night I laid in bed just thinking about the old man who can sit on his porch without a care, in that moment I decided to talk to this man.
His name was Rodger, he had a leathery voice; tough but smooth. The sun danced across Rodgers face as we spoke, the sun just reflected off his radiant smile. As we started to talk I asked the man "Rodger I have passed you twice a day for year and needed to ask you, why do you sit out here every time I pass by you are always sitting there, is there some reason or just something you like to do?"
Rodger looked at me and laughed.
"Boy, why would I not want to sit out here? I have seen many things, and done many more, but something I have learned is my life has passed me by. I'm an old man now, something that I never thought would come. I don't have any money, I have a wife and grand kids that's all i need. Now I live my life how everyone should live it and view it, from a chair on a porch. Son, I have seen more from this chair and learned more here then my whole life. From here I see a blessed earth, a sunrise and I'll move to see the sunset."
There was more said but after that I began to think, the man was right, he sees a beautiful Backdrop to the worlds thought process. The man sits on the edge of Rochester Road and sees something so beautiful and radiant, something the consumes the sky.

Maybe we should take the time to get off life's busy road and just sit off to the side an watch a Sunrise.