The Naked Man

Riding along the river in the mornings is so peaceful and relaxing.  It is usually not too crowded with people, cyclists can ride along and enjoy conversation with each other.  Often times there will be a mama duck/goose and her babies wandering across the path.  A beaver may run along side the river, or a red fox may be heading home after a night out in Brookside. Fishermen may be casting a line in hope of reeling in some catfish or perhaps a striped bass, or if you are lucky you may spot a bald eagle soaring above the river. Sometimes I’ve seen the rowing club or kayakers paddling through the water. Wildflowers and mature trees line the river trail along with….a naked man??  Hmmph, that’s a new one!

“Do you see what I see?”  I asked my friend Barbara D as we continued our bike ride along the trail.  “I think so.  That man doesn’t have any clothes on.”  As we got a little closer to the subject, we noticed the man who had been mowing as we rode by earlier, was now standing in the middle of the trail waving us down.  Well, we had to stop!  It wouldn’t have been very polite for us to just keep on pedaling when there was a naked man sitting on the side of the trail modestly covering his private areas.

The worker asked if we could go back to his truck which was parked about a 1/2 mile back, get into his tool box and retrieve some coveralls for the guy who sat bare naked on the side of the trail. Well, what do you do when there is a naked man sitting next to the trail and somebody is asking you to go get him some clothes?  You get back on your bikes, ride back about a 1/2 mile and get the man some clothes!

As we were riding we were trying to come up with different scenarios as to why there would be a naked man sitting by the trail, such as maybe he went for a swim and somebody stole his clothes, his clothes were torn off by a mountain lion, couldn’t sleep last night and went for a walk, drunk!   We had all kinds of ideas running through our minds.  Whatever the reason, we hoped the guy  was OK and  that he appreciated the mower who chose to help him with his dignity by offering him something to wear.

We have the blue coveralls!

As we dug through the tool box, we wondered if anybody would think we were breaking in as we continued looking for the coveralls.  I really couldn’t see over the side of the truck into the tool box, so I was just feeling inside the tool box, with no luck.  Barbara started looking for the coveralls but wasn’t able to come up with them either.  I opened up the back door of the truck and stepped up so I could actually see inside the tool box.

It was then our question was answered.  Two guys came wandering over to the truck curious as to what we were doing.  We told them their boss sent us here for some coveralls for the naked man sitting down the road.  They looked at us kind of odd like, but decided to help us out. They dug through the toolbox and found the coveralls.  We thanked them and then they offered to fill up our water bottles with some ice cold water before we took off.

It was their first day on the job, they were amused that two women on bicycles were breaking into their truck looking for clothes for a naked man sitting down the road. We headed back down the trail, coveralls in hand to clothe the naked guy.  I wanted to ask why the man was naked, and had planned on it, but he through me off when he was sitting on the asphalt instead of the grass when we got back.  It was hot out and I can only imagine that must have been pretty hot on his bare naked bottom.  Boy life sucks….if you let it!   We handed off the coveralls to the mower, who thanked us, and took them straight over to the  naked guy.  We decided not to wait around for him to get dressed, so we hopped back on our bikes and headed north down the trail wondering what we might discover next!

Cycling along River trails always leads to some interesting discoveries!!  You should try it!

About cessley

I am a bereaved parent. I write to give hope to other bereaved parents who are fresh in their grief. I want them to know life begins again. It (life) is forever changed, as are you, but one day, you will smile again. You may travel, you will make new friends, your heart will mend, though never heal and it will be a painful ride. It is one step at a time....sometimes, even one breath to the next is all we can seem to live through each day. But each day will be a new beginning, a different beginning, a different you. I have two surviving children: Amy, who is married to Brandon, and they have one daughter, Avery, and one son, Dylan. and Eric who is a doctor and is Clifton's twin brother. Clifton passed away when he was nearly two years old. As any bereaved parent knows, it is tough, REALLY tough trying to live after the death of a child. I lived in Shanghai, China for three years after the death of my son, and then lived in Beijing for two years. I am discovering life again, one step at a time. I returned to Oklahoma in February , 2020 due to the uncertainty of the virus. Little did I know the uncertainty would follow me across the ocean. This is nothing compared to the death of a child. I will survive! View all posts by cessley

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