Old beggar with amnesia
Life is unpredictable. One day you are at the top, and the next, you find yourself back at the starting line, learning to rise again.
Max’s previous life consisted of blur images he couldn’t define no matter how hard he tried. All he knew was that his present life consisted of the cold streets and the stray dogs who kept him company during the cold nights. He didn’t have roof over the head, and he had no idea how he ended up homeless. He only had a cryptic tattoo on his hand that felt familiar yet distant.
With no memory of his family, friends, or anyone significant, he lived his life day by day. However, no matter the state he found himself in, he never expected anything from anyone. On the contrary, he found jobs here and there and that helped him survive. While many ignored him, there were those who let him sweep or carry groceries for a few bucks.
Life was hard, and Max found peace in his faith. He bought some new clothes that he kept clean for the Sunday services he never missed. Whenever he was at the church, he felt peaceful and hopeful that God would lead him and help him learn who he was.
Eventually, his only wish was granted when one Sunday during service he was greeted by a complete stranger, or so Max thought.
The man, dressed in an expensive suit, approached Max and said, “Max? Is it really you?”
Max looked at him with confusion and barely muttered, “Do I know you?”
The man’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m Patrick. We went to St. Francis Academy together. We got those tattoos as a symbol of our friendship, a promise to always be there for each other.”
“Patrick…” Max whispered.
Patrick asked Max about his life. He hadn’t seen him in years and wanted to know what he had been up to. But Max couldn’t answer that. He explained that he didn’t remember anything.
Hearing this, Patrick offered to help him start his life over, and even offered him a job at his company.
Max, however, although thrilled, was hesitant at first. All he knew of were the streets, he had no idea where to start. But Patrick assured him that everything was going to be fine.
Max spent the next couple of weeks at Patrick’s place. Patrick spoke of their young days, hoping Max would remember. And his intention was not in vain. As Max listened to Patrick’s stories, he suddenly yelled, “I remember now. I know who I am.”
With a smile on his face, Patrick said, “Welcome back, Max. It’s good to have you home.”
With tears in his eyes, Max answered, “It’s good to be home.”
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