Mr. Jones

Nearly every morning on my drive to work I see Mr. Jones. He is an elderly man who walks from an unknown place to an unknown place but I'm pretty sure he starts early and takes the same path every day. He stops and leans on someone's fence to rest. Mr. Jones walks with a cane and wears an orange vest so that people can see him. He wears dress pants and a button up shirt like I would picture my grandpa to wear if he were alive. I don't know if his name is Mr. Jones or not, this is what I've nick named him. Every morning that I pass him wether he knows or not I say hello and wish him to have a good day. This morning on my drive to work I saw two ambulances and a cop car along with a crowd of people. I don't know what happened but Mr. Jones was being helped by the paramedics and police. It was a couple of houses before the fence where he stops for a few moments. He seemed ok. The neighbors had gotten him a drink of water. I hope that he is alright. Even though I don't know him I'm sure he is a wonderful gentleman, who touches many lives on his daily walk. He has touched mine and I wish him well.