Periodically I pass this young man on the way to work. I think he is waiting for a ride to school. When I pass him he politely asks me for the time with broken English and a worried look on his face.
I found myself wondering how he knows what time it is on the days I don't walk to work. To assuage my concerns I found him a watch of his own.
His face lit up when I placed it on his wrist, and he was eager to get his photo taken and to see the result.
I hope to see the watch on him the next time I pass, so that I can ask him for the time.
