I saw him by the tool aisle, a young hairy bearded man pointing his index finger to his ear in a small circular motion. First one way, then the opposite. After three chorus's of circles, he would slap his ear as if it had water in it. Then suddenly from deep down low "Holy" a pause, a deep breathe, and at half-time in his mile long sigh an echo of "Holy". People tried not to notice this delusional man as even clerks on cellphones took little note. He was close by, but my fear blinded any attempt to look him in the eye. Later I admonished myself and thought what kind of man am I? I began to realize just how blessed I really am. Two days later, working on a buildout of a roof two stories up, next to a intruding spruce I heard a familiar "Holy" and it wasn't until the second "Holy" did it strike me, that maybe it was an angel, maybe it was a sign. Through the branches he then appeared on the sidewalk, deep in conversation with, perhaps "God".