“Why did I, Charles Smith have to be a Real Estate Agent?”
“Why did the Australian Government lift the ‘White Australia Policy’?”
“Why did Mr Papadopoulos want to sue me?”
“Why didn’t I see it coming?”
“How stupid am I?”
“How was it possible for me to lose so much?”
“Should I work for him?”
“What is going to stop me!!”
It only happened a mere one and a half decades ago: surely he wouldn’t remember me? I learned a lot on that day when the sun decided to frown all day long even as we stood outside that block of flats. At least I can now truly say that I was sorry for what I did. I believe that God will answer my prayers and forgive me for all I have done.
Finally here at Sydney Harbour walking through the cold shade, of the Botanical Gardens, hugging me from the extreme heat of Sydney's Summer. Today one of the Australian Naval Vessels is arriving next to my trustworthy shack that I call home, at the Garden Islands.
“I’m poor, food for the poor.” I ask the sailors disembarking as if the Majesty herself was watching.
“Money for the poor?... anyone, anyone?”
Someone flicked a gold coin in my