The Traveling Cane
While enduring a life sentence and with nothing left to live for, inmate George McClendon carves what appears to be a quite ordinary cane. Rather plain. Sturdy, but a bit crooked.
And, very much alive.
Are you curious?
I am that cane. I seem to be left behind at the right place, at the right time, and for the right person in need of my assistance.
My journeys continue as I begin to understand both tenderness and dismay when communicating with humans. This deeper appreciation expands far beyond the spoken words that bring goodness, delight, despair, and magic along my traveling way.
I’m but a mere cane. With a heart.