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.
Could we solve tough problems if we didn’t know they’re difficult?
Missing someone creates intense physical sensations in my heart
Sharing ridiculous things we enjoy is a special part of love
After years of wasting my life, sands of time are slipping away
Do tales of ‘Black Friday violence’ reflect reality or just our bias?
I still feel shame for wanting to pursue the desires of my heart
It’s hard to ‘get over it’ if pain of abuse turns to rage against self
If you listen carefully, your heart will tell you what you really need