Remembered

John was very exhausted from his night working in the emergency room. The eyes of the young man that just died, haunted him. He felt a phone in his scrub pocket, it was the young mans phone. He flipped it open and saw images that literally took his breath away. Images from across the world. He helped the hungry and the ugly. He stood in front of crowds of broken people, dirty and poor, but peace permitted the images. His hands held the filthy, healed the sick and walked the path beside them proudly. His dark curly hair covered his face and accentuated his eyes of brilliant light. John was no longer sad, the eyes of the young man would shine into his memory, not with sadness but with the honor of being near, pure love.