the cobbler rocks

im feeling pretty low now (but no one knows). however, when i look around, i see so much more sadness in this world. i ll then try to pick myself up and feel that im fortunate to be not in their situation. this is not the best way but it helps sometimes.

was at chinatown to mend my heels. saw this old man and i asked how much. he probably dint understand much mandarin but held out 4 of his fingers. deal. he was very meticulous. my shoes are some cheap charles and keith pair but the treatment given was as it s a pair of manolo blahniks. after finding the right shape and size heel to fit, he glued the bottom, fixed the thing in and hammered it gingerly. i thought that was it. next he stood up, opened his side cabinet and pulled something, which turned out to be a generator. it was to power his machine which was used to smoothen the heels. when done, he sat down and cut off some stray black stuff and he then gave the shoes a final brush. he placed them on the ground and looked up at me, beaming brightly and signaled me to try them on.

this guy totally blew my mind away!! shame on me that i passed him a $5 and took $1 change from him. i should have left him the change. i will go back to him again, totally.

the best part was actually when he placed the shoes down and looked up at me. imagine him sitting on his stool and me standing around. so he has to lift his head up to make eye contact. that moment he looked up.. the beam on his face.. tanned (and dry) face.. white stray hair.. huge black plastic glasses.. he lit up my day for a minute. thank you mr cobbler. you probably dint know that you lifted my spirit for a moment.