and a marching band....
And just as the parade ends....
he dons his new, blue overcoat....
and heads straight to the downtown, Soup Kitchen....
where he rolls up his designer , 'man' sleeves...
and begins to ladle out broth for those 'less fortunate'.....
And a young, Hispanic girl....no more than 6 years old....
holds out her bowl...shaking from hunger....and cold....
And the "Man"....a tear in his eyes....
lifts her up in his arms and hugs her...
hoping to relay some warmth into her tired and hungry little body.....
And he takes her into the kitchen....to the refrigeration room....
and he pulls a loaf of bread from the large bags there....
and a stick of butter from the freezer....
and he begins to feed the child these bread and butter sandwiches.....
And she is BESIDE HERSELF.....with relief......with ravenous rapture....
And the BOY surely has become a MAN on this day....
And so it goes.....
