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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Kind words can make difference for stressed parents at Christmas
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
Primitive instincts: Why do we ‘fall in love’ with politicians?
When it comes to ideas, should we prefer complexity or simplicity?
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
Just because you have right to be rude doesn’t mean it’s justified
FRIDAY FUNNIES
FRIDAY FUNNIES