Black Cloud - Black Man

When I was in high school, most mornings I would wake up with a "black cloud" hanging over my head.  I hated the world; hated my life; I didn't ask to be born, etc., etc.  You couldn't talk to me; do not even to say "Good Morning".  On one of these mornings, I was riding the then "B train" going into the City to school at about 8:00 a.m.  As I sat there with this "black cloud" hanging over my head and these dark thoughts running through my mind, the door at the end of the train car open, and in came a young black man.  He was riding a crude wooden contraption that was outfitted with four wheels (a dolly), it sat about two inches off the ground, he was tall, handsome and strong, he was beaming a beautiful white toothed, wide smile, but from the waist down he did not exist.  He was "skating" through the car selling pencils from a can, I took one look at this individual who obviously had a real physical problem that occurred through some horrendous trauma, and thought to myself, "I have no problems; nothing to be upset about!"  It was the last time that I ever experienced my "black cloud". To this day, whenever I go into a "blue funk", I remind myself of this beautiful, but tragic individual!