{"id":201,"date":"2020-07-22T19:30:29","date_gmt":"2020-07-22T19:30:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/footmarksoflove.com\/?p=201"},"modified":"2020-09-04T12:47:17","modified_gmt":"2020-09-04T12:47:17","slug":"santa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/footmarksoflove.com\/?p=201","title":{"rendered":"#SANTA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><span class=\"has-inline-color has-pale-pink-color\">by Luisa<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container\"><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u00abThe next train will arrive in about 10 minutes, due to police operations at central station\u00ab.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was standing on the platform when I heard the announcement. <em>\u00abWell, I guess I won\u2019t make it to my dance class\u00ab<\/em> I thought to myself, but decided to wait for the train anyway, when I noticed the old man using a tiny flashlight to shine into the depth of the rubbish bins on the platform. He collected three 25cent treasures und put the cans into a jute bag on his walker. I smiled at him, and he responded with a friendly nod, shining his crystal clear, blue eyes on me. He had a long ponytail and white Santa Claus beard, which highlighted the sparkle in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u00abThere are people on the train tracks collecting cans like me. But I have this\u00ab <\/em>the man said. He opened the right pocket of his jacket and showed me a rod an inch long, with a metal hook at the end. <em>\u00abI use this as my fishing rod\u00ab,<\/em> he explained, noticing my inquisitive look. <em>\u00abIt\u2019s too dangerous for me to go on the tracks. Because of this one\u00ab.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He slowly opened the first two buttons of his denim shirt and pointed to an area above his heart. I saw a rectangular object underneath his skin. <em>\u00abI had three strokes, so they gave a defibrillator. Don\u2018t know how long I\u2019ll make it with this guy, BUT I surely won\u2019t touch any electricity\u00ab<\/em> he said as he pointed to the powerline on the train tracks and buttoned up his shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u00abYou know, I never thought I\u2019ll make it till 77. My dad died at the age of 42, my mum at 67. She had several strokes. So I lived my life. And now I wanna make it till 80!\u00ab. <\/em>His eyes sparkled, and so did mine. <em>\u00abAnd you will!\u00ab<\/em> I responded confidently, as the train slowly entered the station. <em>\u00abYou have beautiful eyes, really special and expressive\u00ab<\/em> I said, looking into his eyes. <em>\u00abI\u2019m a Taurus\u00ab<\/em> he responded with a mischievous glimpse in his eyes. <em>\u00abSo am I\u00ab<\/em> I said excitedly. We exchanged birthdates: only two days apart, but also a lifetime; two Tauruses sharing a few inspiring moments on the platform, enjoying each other\u2019s company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With a smile on my lips I slowly made my way into the train.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00abThe next train will arrive in about 10 minutes, due to police operations at central station\u00ab.<br \/>\nI was standing on the platform when I heard the announcement. \u00abWell, I guess I won\u2019t make it to my dance class\u00abI thought to myself, but decided to wait for the train anyway, when I noticed the old man using a tiny flashlight to shine into the depth of the rubbish bins on the platform. He collected three 25cent treasures und put the cans into a jute bag on his walker. I smiled at him, and he responded with a friendly nod, shining his crystal clear, blue eyes on me. 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