The Walk

"Cry-Laugh"

A poem or short story by Daniel Bailey (aka) the Danman258

   

            "Cry-laugh"

    I was on one of my walks, as you guys know, I love. I can run and get lots of benefits from it, but I believe I would miss a message. Sometimes I stop and go to wattpad to read something warm or something to make me ponder. Then I start my walk again and meditate.

    And then there's the times when God calls. I don't know how at this time, to explain the call but believe me it is his call. This happened about two days ago, @ElizabellaJones had done a tribute to me, and @GowriSuresh had put a beautiful message on my broad complimenting my work.

    I had a spring in my step and a grin so wide it almost fell off my face. And everyone I walked by showed signs that they see my happy. I walked and I walked until I came to an area that was so inviting. It was a beautiful wood bench under a small tree. Signs of spring were all about and a soft mist came from the clouds.

    The bench set right in front of someone's home and there were no signs saying not to set there. But I, still full of the joy from my wattpad friends set quietly wondering should I end my journey and head home or journey on. Minutes later I heard a scream come from the house in front of me. It was a horrible scorching scream that I will never forget and yet moments later I heard a laugh, from the belly laugh.  I set confused and worried with my eyes on the door of the house.

    Another scream, but this time it was louder. And closer to the door in front of me and I could not understand the words. Mi hijo mi hijo, ¿por qué has tenido a mi hijo? At that moment I did not understand, but I understood the feeling. I wanted to run to the door and help I wanted to console I asked God, “Why am I here?”

    The front door opened and this small woman came out screaming and yelling so loud, and my thought was, how this sound comes from such a small person. Seconds later she started laughing fully with tears draining down her face. The woman didn’t see me and did not feel my presents, but I was crying for her and didn’t know why.

    Cars were pulling into the driveway and on the streets, some double parked and everyone was running to the woman on the porch. Screaming, crying, and moaning and then there would be these spurs of laughter that had me so confused. I just stood and cried in front of these peoples home, I know this had to look funny.

    Everybody was going back to their cars and taking the woman with them and all the faces were filled with tears. The woman stopped and looked at me and said, “Ese es un hombre hermoso.” I still not understanding and still full with tears found a way to bring up a smile.

    And as the crowd was leaving a man walk over to me and said, “You don’t speak Spanish do you?” And I replied no. He then placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “Her son die in a car accident this morning, and before he left the house this morning he left a hand written joke for his mother on their coffee pot.” He then showed me the paper with the joke on it and I read it. OMG, I laughed so hard, I couldn’t help it, and it was that funny.

    And as the mother pulled away she leaned out the window and said, “Dios llama a mi hijo a hacer chistes para él.” And the man turned around to me and said, “She said.” And I interrupt and said I understand.