Interview Anecdote 3

As we shake hands and get up to leave, his scarred face catches my attention. He leads me to the front, and as we’ve shared conversation the dark blanket of night has fallen on Higgins. I watch him as he silently slips his hat onto the top of his head. He reminds me of our next interview place and time, leans down for a casual hug, and disappears into the dark. My stomach falls a little, and I can’t wait to get back home to write about this. I haven’t felt this hopeful about a piece of writing in a long time, and I decide that I’m going to put a lot, all, of my effort to make this man look like the hero I believe him to be.