The Gifts We Do Not Know We Give
My neighbor Anthony wheeled the freshly painted black and yellow BMX bike towards me. “Careful,” he said as I reached for the handlebars. “The paint is still wet.”
I was 10 and basically incapable of not touching anything. Feeling was believing. So, of course, I touched the frame leaving a tiny fingerprint where “RICHARD” had been hand painted in black on the yellow frame. In a parking lot near the mall, he had found the bike with the front wheel disconnected from the fork. Somebody had just left it. He brought it home, fixed it up, painted it, and gave it to me.
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