1..2...3...4...5 pairs of boots.
I was walkin' today, and saw a clothes give away at this church. I had some clothes I wanted to get rid of so I went to get some info on where to drop it, and met this homeless guy who does roofing for a living. Temporarily homeless, (long story).
I looked at his feet and saw he was wearing shoes, so I asked him what his shoe size was. He told me around an 8, so I told him I have a bunch of boots I was trying to get rid of because I never wear them. I walked with him until we got to the main road and he told me he was staying at the salvation army right down the street.
So I went back home, and collected my boots and go some clothes from my roommates, as many sweatshirts as I could get now that it's getting cold.
I found the guy waiting outside, and I showed him the boots, and a hispanic fellow came up askin' if I was sellin' the boots. Turns out quite a few of these people actually do work (mostly on construction sites), but for whatever reason either lost their homes or moved here and never got one.
As I was explaining my collection of boots I began to get this funny feeling. Like I was seeing my child off to college or something.
I know this seems funny to some, but I love boots. Every pair of boots I was showing them averaged about 120 dollars a pair. Some were waterproof, some were steel toe, some were worn often, some were worn not at all. I'm wearing a pair of boots as we speak. I was showing the roofer one pair of boots and explained how I had those boots for 5 years now, and another for 7. And I started to get reflective as I thought about it.
I've been through so much between when I purchased those boots until now. But despite their wear, I kept them clean, and polished.
I didn't expect to give away all the boots, I was only going to give him a selection, but when the hispanic came up and tried on a pair that he fell in love with: "I'll wear my shoes when I walk, and these when I work!" I decided to give them all away. Even the pair of steel toe I wore during AmeriCorps.
I had never really thought about it before, but it was strange to pass on something as personal as my boots. I was already wondering where those boots would take their owners in the future. I felt proud that I could give other working men premium footwear, something that will keep their feet dry and free of nails.
I kind of miss my boots, especially those soft toe all leather combat boots I had since high school. But I also know it's a little silly to have applied so much sentiment to a material item.
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I dunno, I was just feeling reflective.