I originally wrote this on February 23, 2016; two years have passed since then; I recently returned from Puerto Vallarta. I went for a walk looking for this lady…sadly, I didn’t see her. My thoughts got to wondering what has happened to her…
Hands held out,
Baking her Aztec skin.
Just one more day…
While the rich,
The well clothed,
Pass her by.
***I have walked from the Canto del Son resort to the “downtown” shop/restaurant area three times already. It is a good 45 minute walk each way under the blazing sun. I am always sure to wear a hat and have a bottle of water with me.
Each time I have done this walk I have passed the lady. With each time passing her, my heart broke and my guilt rose. Today I stopped and tried to speak with her…there was no response, but a blank stare. I went to my pocket and took out 200 pesos (roughly $20)…I put it into the jar she held in front of her. Sadly, there were only a few lonely coins. I made sure the 200 peso bill was in the cup.
I got up and headed back to my beautifully, decadent resort…while this lonely soul sat, alone, on the hard concrete.***