i like to spend my mornings at this coffee shop
drinking coffee, people watching
one day, a man came stumbling, guitar in hand
& he sat down and started strumming
singing words I did not understand
& I bowed my head, tried to face the other way
when he started to play something familiar
a favorite of mine, and he sang
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad..."
i looked up.
"Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart.."
i realized in that moment this man & i
have something in common
& i had so disregarded him, ignoring his existence
"Then you can start to make it better"
this song. this man. this was no coincidence.
i felt a need to know who he was.
so i asked, "what's your name?"
he looked so completely shocked & said,
"I don't have one."
my first thought was: there's no way his parents are that indecisive to not give him a name
my second thought was: maybe his name is a reminder of his regrets & he doesn't even want to remember who he is
my third thought was: maybe for too long too many people have walked past him trying to look the other way that he just decided there was no need for a name
well my nameless friend continued to play
& I just listened to the words he sang
"And don't you know that it's just you, Hey Jude, you'll do...
The movement you need is on your shoulder..."
my nameless friend & I may have different stories, pasts, & worries
but in this moment, he was a lot like me
we both love coffee.
we both love music.
we both love this song.
we both are human.
& not knowing his name was now killing me
so when he stopped playing...
I asked if I could call him Henry.
Henry smiled & said yes..
& then thanked me
for acknowledging his humanity.