I was in the checkout line at Target last week when I heard someone call my name.
“David? David McElroy?”
I turned and looked at the man calling my name as though he knew me. The voice was slightly familiar, but I’d never seen this man before. He was a stranger.
Or so I thought until he told me his name. It was someone I’d met in business through a mutual friend. We were friendly and had done a little business together, but we hadn’t ever really been close. Still, the man I saw in front of me wasn’t the man I’d known. This was a new man.
It’d been a couple of years since I’d seen Paul. (That’s not his real name, but it’s what I’m going to call him here.) The guy I knew was a lot heavier. The big weight change was the most obvious difference. But there was something more than that. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
We ended up standing there talking for nearly two hours. He told me all about the changes that had taken place in his life. He seemed eager to tell how the “new” Paul had come about.
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Turkey pardon? How about pardons for jailed innocent people instead?
Political attitudes about race prove we’re still living in a tribal world
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Is Herman Cain guilty of sexual misconduct? I wouldn’t be surprised
Goodbye, Molly (2008-2021)
Dear Donald Trump: Want a deal? You can buy my transcripts cheap
We’re trapped in our own heads, fearful of other folks’ judgment