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.
‘Do you want to sell sugar water … or do you want to change the world?’
Can we find way to separate love of home from worship of state?
What if we had a birthday party for the USA — and nobody came?
Silence and darkness allow us to listen to what world drowns out
If your own life is all messed up, lecture others about fixing theirs
If you beg someone to make you his priority, you hurt yourself
‘Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood… Make big plans’
Are we destined to become our parents? Or can we be different?