“One hit me on the head.” It had hurt, too. They hadn’t exactly fallen from the sky.
He had just walked out from under a freeway overpass when the shoe hit him on the head.
Stanley took it as some kind of sign. His father had been trying to figure out a way to recycle old sneakers,
and suddenly a pair of sneakers fell on top of him, seemingly out of nowhere, like a gift from God.
Naturally, he had no way of knowing they belonged to Clyde Livingston.
In fact, the shoes were anything but sweet. Whoever had worn them had had a bad case of foot odor.
Stanley couldn’t help but think that there was something special about the shoes, that they would somehow provide the key to his father’s invention.
It was too much of a coincidence to be a mere accident. Stanley had felt like he was holding destiny’s shoes.
He ran. Thinking back now, he wasn’t sure why he ran. Maybe he was in a hurry to bring the shoes to his father,
or maybe he was trying to run away from his miserable and humiliating day at school.
A patrol car pulled alongside him. A policeman asked him why he was running. Then he took the shoes and made a call on his radio.
Shortly thereafter, Stanley was arrested. It turned out the sneakers had been stolen from a display at the homeless shelter.
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