Go To Temple Every Morning And Night

Sonny often passes in front of my apartment building with his caretaker, Edith. When she's not with him on the weekends he takes walks alone. Disabled and prone to seizures, he leans on a four-pronged cane and has little use of his right hand - the wrist permanently bent inwards since birth. Seeing that always made me reluctant to bother him. He often walks by without even looking up at me. But, when I said Hi to him yesterday, he stopped walking and returned the greeting. I told him about the blog and said "I'm collecting advice from older people I meet." I asked if he was comfortable being filmed and he told me it was fine.

Although Sonny has many medical problems, he managed to deliver everything on foot while working as a newspaper delivery person for at least 20 years (he couldn't remember exactly for how long he worked). He used to hang a delivery bag off of his disabled right arm while tossing the newspapers with the good left arm; then his father eased his burden and bought him a golf bag for his deliveries. One day, someone stole it. "Why? I don't know why," he repeated to me. "Then my brother bought me another one." When I asked him if he enjoyed work, he said, "Yeah. It gave me something to do."