And some said, you’re pushing too hard, you look desperate. You look like a beggar, no different than a pan handler. And some said, you’re turning people away with your beg-a-thons. And some said, your time is up, your little minute of viral fame is over, you’re no longer needed, wanted. And some said that my being homeless was nothing but a marketing ploy, a ruse to get attention. And some said that everything I stand for is pure garbage. Everything I represent is trash. And some said, everything I knit is a one trick pony. A teddy bear….over and over again. And some said that those same bears bought and sold should be burned because of my political beliefs. Yes, that is what some said. “I no longer want it in my house. I’d sell it on ebay, but I think it’s worth more in the trash.” And some said, the best part about about my career was that it was over before it had even begun. And some said, I was a joke. People bought my little bears because they felt sorry for me. And some said that I wasn’t even the one knitting them, that I was a front man for a lie. And some said some nasty things to which I can’t recount, for the delivery I give is in no way as graphic as theirs. And some said I was finished. Some said my career was over, for I was begging to make a buck so I could pay my bills….And some said, I wasn’t the Mad Man Knitting, I was the Sad Man Knitting. And some said, he’s better back on the streets.
And I can only respond to some of the things that some said with this:
I pray that the sum of what some say will never hurt you. I pray that you will never be in that situation….
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