On the way in as I was gazing at all of the modern buildings I saw an old man with dirty hair, holes in his t-shirt and camouflage pants begging on the side of the road. It really bothered me to see him like that but before I knew it the light turned green and I was on my way again. My thoughts about the man were drowned out by all the sights sounds and smells of the Inner Harbor. The car is parked and now I'm retracing the steps of my childhood all over again.  The Inner Harbor is the first place to go on my list. The cool stores and yachts on the water lining the promenade make me gaze in amazement. I dream big, and my future is filled with endless opportunity. I walk by street performers and there are many people in the crowd watching. Something catches my attention in the corner of my eye. It's the same old man that I saw on the side of the road. Despite the commotion all around me somehow time stood still. Time stopped because amidst all the loud bustle, I noticed that the man was looking directly me. One of the greatest mysteries in life is the experience of having an entire conversation with a complete stranger without saying a word. I want to continue my conversation but I'm interrupted by my mother who is eager to go see the Walter's Art Gallery. As I walk away, I keep looking back at him, and he keeps staring back at me until he is drowned out by the majority of the crowd and I can see him no more.

Never have I experienced the language of the soul in such a way, never have I heard such a piercing silence in all my life.