He walked up to me, like many before. I thought he might ask for a dollar or two. He spoke in broken words. Syllables of gibberish. I felt the uncomfortable wish to brush past him, but something stopped me. He had a cart, filled to the brim. He pulled from that cart a spool of thread. An offering of gold that he wrapped quickly around my wrists as he said a prayer for me. I stood in awe as he walked on, my chain of gold holding tight. The immense confusion coupled with a feeling of entrapment as I pulled the tight thread away. I have not felt so many emotions travel in such a short journey through my body. Left with a glimpse of his long coat as he turned the cart around the corner, I realize the gift he has given me.