I don’t know which one of us was more startled as I nearly stepped on this guy. He was flattened out, soaking up heat from the cement. He thought if he didn’t move, I wouldn’t see him. He was firm in that conviction. He held on to that thought as I stopped and said, “Oh my goodness!” He continued to believe as I set my basket down and fumbled for my iPhone. He had deep faith as I snapped a picture of him.
His belief was finally broken when I decided he’d better scoot off the path and touched him gently near that last big curve. He scurried on his way but tossed baleful glances my way.
I couldn’t blame him. Who likes to have their faith destroyed?