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How could a stranger at sunset possibly know what I had to say?

By David McElroy · September 12, 2019

I was so absorbed in the colorful light show in the sky above me that I didn’t notice when a stranger walked up.

“It’s a different work of art every night, isn’t it?” the man asked. And I was startled to realize he was standing about six feet from me, watching the same majestic sunset with the same awe which it inspires in me.

People rarely join me on this hill at sunset. It’s in the middle of an old cemetery, so I guess I’m accustomed to being surrounded by dead people — but they never speak.

“I didn’t hear you walk up,” I said to the stranger. And then we chatted about the beauty in front of us and how it was surprising that so few people paid attention. I reached out to shake his hand and I introduced myself.

“Oh, I know you,” he said. “I’ve been up here with you before. I’m Darryl. I was with you a few months ago when it was so colorful around the water tower.”

I pulled out my iPhone and showed him my Instagram feed. He spotted the picture from July 8 and pointed to it.

“I was here that night,” he said.

I still didn’t remember him, but I didn’t admit that. The man seemed genuinely warm and peaceful, even though I didn’t recall ever having seen him.

For the next 10 or 15 minutes, we talked about all sorts of things as the sky continued to change in front of us and I kept taking pictures. Darryl just enjoyed the view and calmly talked about beauty and recognizing what’s important before it’s too late and the importance of family.

He seemed like a simple country fellow, but he sounded wiser than what I expect from some old farmer or menial worker. He seemed wise and warm in a strangely loving way, as though he couldn’t possibly have ever spoken a cross word to anyone.

He wore the kind of hat popular with farmers and truck drivers, the kind with an equipment brand name of some kind. He didn’t sound as though he was from around here, but I didn’t ask him where he lived.

He asked me what kind of work I do and I explained my role at the real estate company where I work — what I do now and what it’s planned I’ll do in the near future. I said it as though I was trying to sell him on this being a good career.

“Why aren’t you writing?” he asked with no apparent context.

I asked why he would ask something so unusual.

“You have a lot to say,” he said. “I can tell from listening to you that you have things to say and other people are going to want to hear. You should write all that down. And you take these pictures and seem to love these colorful images. You should make moving pictures to share all that.”

I felt a little uncomfortable, because Darryl had struck too close to home. Who was this stranger who was seeing this hidden part of me after just a few minutes of conversation?

I asked him what he did and whether he had ever been a writer. I thought maybe that might be why he observed something in me so accurately.

“I’ve retired from everything,” he said, “but you could say I’ve worked the dirt all my life. I wouldn’t know how to write if I wanted to, but I know what I see in you.”

Darryl didn’t sound like any farmer I’ve ever talked with, but I realize that some people are smarter and wiser than their humble work would make you think. Still, I couldn’t get over him mentioning writing and filmmaking. How had he perceived those interests in me?

Finally, I told Darryl that I need to go, so I reached out and shook his hand, telling him maybe we would run into each other up here again sometime.

“I’ll be seeing you around,” he said. Then he mentioned a couple of other places where he had seen me — and they’re local places where I do go. Still, I didn’t remember us speaking before then.

Then I turned to my car to put away my phone and my camera. When I turned back around, Darryl had already wandered off. I didn’t see another car, but it was dark by then, so he must have parked somewhere else and walked.

As I started the car and drove off through the fading colorful dusk of that cemetery, I couldn’t get over the odd sensation that he had known me in a way that wasn’t possible.

Was I really that transparent about who I am and what I need to do? Or was he just some mysterious angel sent to remind me?

It’s a full day later and I still can’t figure out quite what happened. The colorful image above is all I have left from last night, but the image Darryl left in my mind is even stronger and more colorful.

I don’t know what to make of it.

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It was five years ago tonight when Lucy first rode in the car with me. She was on her way to her “forever home” with me that night, but she didn’t know it, so she was terrified. It was a much happier and braver girl who took a ride in the car tonight so we could go through a drive-through window and order a hamburger for her — to celebrate five years with me. She had a great time. If she could remember five years ago tonight, she would be proud of how far she’s come, too. If you’d like to know more about Lucy’s journey from scared dog to brave queen of the household, here’s something I wrote after her first year with me. I’m hoping this girl will have many more happy years with me.

I’ve never been attracted to skinny women. There’s nothing wrong with someone who’s naturally thin, but it’s never been my preference. What has shocked me, though, is the judgment I’ve heard from women all through my life — about themselves and others — about who’s “fat.” I concluded long ago that most women in our culture have been brainwashed to believe that skinny is attractive — and that anything other than skinny is ugly. I first assumed that I was the oddball — for preferring women with bigger and heavier bodies — but I’m coming to the conclusion that most men naturally feel this way to one extent or another. I just ran across new research by a couple of Northwestern University psychology professors that shows that women seriously overestimate how much a straight man will be attracted to a skinny woman. In a perfect world, we would all be at a healthy weight, but when it comes to attractiveness, too heavy is more attractive than skinny. At least to me — and to a lot of men, too.

Years ago, I heard a question that seemed very insightful at the time. You’ve probably heard it, too. What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail? The question is intended to help you uncover things you really want to do, but which you’re afraid to try — for fear of failure. In an interview today, I heard the great marketing guru Seth Godin give a different point of view. He said the better question is to ask what you would do even if you knew it would fail. That struck me as far more insightful than the original version. We ought to be doing what we know is right, not what will maximize our success or praise from others. There are some battles that are worth fighting even if you believe you’re doomed to failure. Those battles are often for love or important ideas or our children. Some things are simply worth fighting for — and the truth is that you might win anyway. Do the right thing. Take the chance.

The more I understand about myself, about human nature and about the nature of reality, the more I realize I’m a radical by the standards of both Modernism and Postmodernism. Seeing the things which I’m stumbling toward makes me an enemy of many of the core ideas upon which contemporary culture is built. It exposes the culture as a monstrous lie — like a dangerous infection that’s slowly destroying what human were created to be. My “inner observer” has always known that truth was found in the ideas of the Enlightenment, but I’m slowly finding words to explain what has merely been instinct until now. The Enlightenment was humanity’s great leap forward, but shallow and arrogant thinkers for the next two centuries threw away the fruits of that achievement. We can’t go forward as a species until we go back to correct this intellectual and spiritual error — and part of that is acknowledging that our collective attempts to do away with our Creator will always fail.

I’ve come to believe that some of us — including me — aren’t very good at knowing how to be happy. I don’t mean that in the sense that happy talk and positive thinking should be able to make us happy regardless of the circumstances. I mean that some of us had so much experience with being unhappy when we were young that we were trained to be unhappy — and that being happy is an unconsciously uncomfortable thing. When I look at times in my past when I should have been happy, it rarely lasted. I believe now that I found reasons to be unhappy — and caused real problems for myself — because being comfortable and happy felt so foreign to my programming. If I’m right, this means that some of us have to do more than just change our circumstances. It means we have to learn how to accept the happiness that we unconsciously fear we don’t deserve.

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