In Thanksgiving

This post is dedicated to the man who saved my life

Last week I journeyed to our nation's capitol for Independence Day. Before taking the 1:30 AM bus back, I became dehydrated, not unlike a sun dried tomato, or a raisin, also dried by the sun. Except that it was night. Understanding that if I did not acquire water before the trip that I would surely die, I asked a man where I could find some water. He directed me to a place. When I arrived, the vending machines were out of all rations, so I trekked back to the bus stop. It was as if Washington DC had become the Nefud Desert, and I was Laurence. Upon my return the man asked if I had found water. Sadly, I shook my head. "No," I croaked, lips cracked, throat dry, precious water leaking from my eyes.

"Do you drink Powerade?" he asked.

"Sorry," I asked, wondering why he would torture me with mention of beverages.

"I have an extra Powerade if you would like it," he offered, majestically, saviorously.

"Thank you" I cried, falling to my knees in gratitude and kissing his hands.

In thanks of the kind man's actions I have written him this poem and drawn him a picture. Sir, when I am rich and famous I will buy you all the Powerade you can handle.

Thank you kind stranger for saving my hide

If not for you, up, surely would I have dried

Dying of thirst, you gave me your Powerade of blue

So I write this poem to say that I love you

When I was thirsty, you gave me a drink

For your kindness, surely, I think

God shall smile greatly on thee.

Battle of the Philippine Sea.

*some rhymes courtesy of rhymezone.com