A contagious medicine p.2

So we went back, and stood there, and listened to his violin music while all the other people behind

us would just pass by. His playing was beautiful. We started chatting and something amazed me

about him, his joy was simply contagious. He told us about some of his experiences, how many

people are taking pictures of him, how people, out of their whole stay in New York would especially

remember him to be special, how people would send him pictures if himself playing the violin in

central park, drawings, artistic works, and how someone would even come to New York just to see

him playing the violin in Central Park. I was awe struck. I just wanted spend time in his presence. And

as I offered him money he told me, that he didn’t expect that, he just comes here to make people happy.