Losing Jason, by Sayzie Koldys
On June 7, 1984, seven-year-old Louis Anthony Mackerley arrived home from school to a babysitter. His mother was in the hospital, and his father, an Allentown manufacturing laborer, was at work. Louis informed the sitter that he was going to visit a friend down the street. Anyone watching would have seen a small boy step from the apartment clad in long, blue pants, a green striped shirt, and brown shoes. If you looked closely, you may have noticed his pink socks, the boyish auburn hair, or the rounded almonds of his eyes. You may have seen him step into the street, even heard the taunts of the other school children as he slipped into a hot dog shop to escape them. It’s possible that you may have seen him leave that same shop, minutes later, in an attempt to resume his journey. But, it seems, no one saw Louis Mackerley after that. Not ever again.
These details may have had little relevance to my life, to my family, were it not for Louis’s photograph on a milk carton, his face a dead ringer for my brother’s...
*Please go to http://themanifeststation.net/2015/06/08/losing-jason/ to read this essay.
I Searched for the Stranger Who Changed My Life Only to Find His Obituary, by Sayzie Koldys
I was a seasonal employee in Glacier National Park when I met Kelly Tufo. Kelly was a tourist who'd come seeking peace for his broken heart. I needed to leave to heal my own wounds, but I had neither the will nor the money. I'd quit my job as a cook, but the property manager was a friend, so she allowed me to stay on in my cabin. Kelly was tenting indefinitely in the campground next door. We were both in limbo...
*Please go to http://www.sheknows.com/living/articles/1119871/act-of-generosity-from-a-stranger to read this essay.