So I like to ride my bike on these super secret trails in the city. I promised the guy who built them that I would never divulge their location on the internet. There are 3 sets of trails and there is a man living in a tent right smack in the middle of one of the sets of trails. And because this trail has a small footprint, you ride by it 4 or 5 times from different angles.
The first time I saw the tent, I thought to myself, “neat – someone is camping so they can be right here on the trails.” But then I realized that city camping in the woods is probably not the purpose of this tent. Then I got nervous. What if he was a serial killer hiding out and I had discovered him? Well, that was crazy – there are far more remote places to hide out in the north Georgia mountains or in the rural flats south of the city. “Hmmm, what is the story of this tent?”
I came back again during the week, expecting that the tent would be gone, but this was certainly not a weekend camper. This guy was in it long-term. And, he was cooking! I could smell it. Hmmm – I wondered . . . had his wife thrown him out? Had he lost his job and was too ashamed to ask for help? What did he do all day?
Two months later, the tent is still there. He leaves no trash and no trace outside his tent, and he hangs his laundry neatly on the line. He’s a boxers man . . . and a big guy from what I can tell. He must hear the bikes whizz by his tent from different directions. There are not too many of us who ride in there, but what does he think when he hears us?
The point is – I really don’t know this man’s story behind the things I can observe. I can create any story I want to, and my story will determine how I feel about my tent friend when I’m out there on the trail. So this is what I choose to think – here’s a guy, down on his luck . . . extremely resourceful, respectful of others, respectful of the environment, respectful of himself. He’s doing what it takes to survive. Maybe he enjoys the simpler life. Maybe he likes having an oasis in the city. I’ve never met him, but I like him. He inspires me to be neater, kinder, simpler, more respectful and to enjoy each little oasis life brings.
Noticing my friend in the tent,
Bernadette

