Mondays With Mr. K (No. VII)

Most people in some time or another came into contact with Mr. K at least once in their life. Most of all though, those who had come in contact with Mr. K were most grateful for the encounter with Mr. K. Such a case was when a few youth’s presumably three – for four would be one too many – much like a cat. The youths were stumbling around town, and just happened to catch Mr. K’s attention, one night when he happened to be outside, enjoying the last warm nights of summer. He sat on a park bench; his eyes cast forward watching the stars twinkling above him. The moon in the distance – though it still looked magnified; glowed its pale gentle glow upon the earth below. The rays like gentle arrows of peace, piercing the world below.

However Mr. K’s enjoyable quiet night or early morning – references may differ you see; when the three young men – not adults yet; stumbled into the area that he sat on a park bench. Mr. K could smell the stench of alcohol coming seeping from their pores. He knew the young men’s parents. He respected them very much. He knew how much their parents spoke so highly of them. Mr. K then decided to take the boys in, and give them coffee, hoping to sober them up.

One, two, and a third cat – but not a fourth – much like the young men themselves; were already awaiting Mr. K and his new guests. The cats themselves, look up and over at the new guests and at Mr. K, with cold stares, showing how unimpressed they were with this new intrusion in their life. However they quickly went back to their own business after the intrusion. The three young men sat down on the sofa. Each one trying to squeeze in as much as possible. Though they found this all quite humorous. The cats on the other hand were only a little more annoyed with it, twitching their ears with annoyance at the laughs at the young men.

Mr. K came back with coffee, and had the young men drink coffee. Even when they protested against it. However when the young men were as sober as they could get, each one thanked Mr. K kindly. As the sun began to rise, the young men quickly tried to get home, and sneak inside, and tried not to be seen by their parents, who they had betrayed. The cats however stuck behind sleeping in their corner. While Mr. K himself quickly shut off the lights and headed back to his own bed to grab some rest.

“Gratefulness is something we all learn at the oddest moments of time. Sometime we learn what gratitude is from stranger’s kindness. Other times, we learn what gratitude is by the punishments we receive. However in time we all learn gratitude and what it means to be grateful. Such small moments of kindness can last a life time.”