Sailing on Broken Pieces by Gary Rhule

Author:Gary Rhule
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New York

Just when I turned off the highway exit to Market Street in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I turned on the radio. I played only CDs on the drive down to Philly. Now, I wanted to hear the news and find out what was going on locally. I did not find a radio station immediately. There was only an irritating static emanating from the radio and I could bear the grainy noise for only a brief moment. I decided to go back to listen to CDs and what I was certain was music that I liked. The music that I brought along for the ride soothed my mind, and prevented my thoughts from racing and thinking about what I might find at the end of this trip. I listened to the music for the positive messages, inspiration, and upbeat tempo.

I put the same CDs back in the slot and listened to the same songs for what probably was the tenth time on this trip. The up-tempo beat of the songs lifted my spirits. I silently tapped out the beats on the steering wheel in syncopation. Doing so steadied my heartbeat. Ah, the sound of the music. It was soothing and calming. The songs gave me a sense of peace and calm that I sorely needed after the long drive down from Connecticut. What kind of shape would I find Sam in at the shelter? Would he recognize me? Would I recognize him? Would he have his hair cut and his beard shaved? Or would I find him dirty, grimy, and unkempt?

At some fleeting point of mental clarity Sam must have given the staff at the shelter my telephone number. So mentally, he could not be that bad off. Or did the staff inadvertently find on him the telephone number when they were going through his belongings in order to secure them? Whatever thought or clue brought them to find the telephone number was really fine with me. It was a miracle out of the blue. Some things are gifts and need not be questioned.

I parked on the street a little away from the shelter rather than trying to find a parking lot. I had to walk half a block back to the entrance as there wasn’t a free space immediately in front of the entrance. The shelter’s door was open. I walked up to the reception desk and told the man why I was there. After I signed in the male clerk behind the desk haphazardly waved and pointed to the elevator where I would go to the second floor to see Sam. I punched the up button and waited. In a minute, the elevator’s gray door creaked open. It was the only elevator to go to the second floor. I did not want to spend time looking for the stairwell even though taking the stairs would have been faster.

I entered the elevator and looked at the numbers on the panel of buttons. This elevator must have been put in the seventies. The space was cramped, and only two or three people could fit in it comfortably at any time.

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