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Blindingly obvious.
The youth and his dog were inseparable.
Everywhere he wandered,
The dog was a step behind,
Always just off his left heel.
Any time a mugger came near,
The dog would warn them off.
His bark was worse than his bite,
But the unsavory characters didn't know this.
If the boy saw a beggar,
He'd reach into his travel bag and bring out some food,
And often he'd delve deeper,
Find his wallet and give them some money.
Every evening he would always find somewhere warm and dry to sleep,
Either under an olive tree,
Or most often,
A stranger would welcome him into their home.
Although times were hard,
People felt they could trust this traveller,
Who had a calm and kind look on his face.
He was always smiling and looking at the sun.
The youth never stayed more than one night anywhere.
Nobody knew his name,
But everyone was touched by him in a strange way,
A day or so later.
On the evenings where people shared their food with him,
He would ask three questions of them.
What is your passion?
What is your wildest dream?
What would you do if your wildest dream came to pass?
After the boy left,
His hosts would chance across the most amazing serendipity within a day or two.
The dream that they shared with the stranger would come to pass,
But in a bizarre way.
What they had longed for was always,
Always right under their noses.
Even stranger still was that the youth never returned to anywhere he stayed,
So was oblivious to the effect he was causing on his travels.
Only the dog knew what was blindingly obvious.
