(Note to anyone that might be wondering about the 3rd and last installment in the trilogy – I was sadly mistaken, the subject will be forthcoming, at which time I will add a second, second part and carry on).
This is today’s subject:
Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year?
Our stories are inevitably linked to the people around us. We are social creatures: from the family members and friends who’ve known us since childhood, to the coworkers, service providers, and strangers who populate our world (and, at times, leave an unexpected mark on us).
Today, write a post focusing on one — or more — of the people that have recently entered your life, and tell us how your narratives intersected. It can be your new partner, your newborn child, or the friendly barista whose real story you’d love to learn (or imagine), or any other person you’ve met for the first time in the past year.
He sauntered across the gravel road to stand in the sparse grass of my father-in-law’s front yard. An empty beer bottle in one hand, a wad of chew in his jaw and a shy smile on his young face.
“I had to get away from that wedding,” he answered the question as to what brought him to his family’s summer cabin alone this hot June night. Never explaining whose wedding he escaped, he asked to borrow something from the garage to make a small home repair on the aging structure behind him.
Easily six-foot tall, he wore the muscles and calloused hands of a working man, but his face betrayed his age. When he stopped back later to visit, we discovered he was a high school junior, out for the summer. Currently a football player that hates school, loves working on cars in his family’s auto shop business, he tells of the busy summer ahead of him as the maintenance man for some properties his family owns. The soft lines of his face harden as he talks of the heavy burden on his mind.
His family would love to groom him to take over the family business one day. He would be the fourth generation of the well respected shop. Some young men would jump at the chance, but his one isn’t convinced. He loves his family and the job, but he is leaning toward joining the military instead of taking the easy road to adulthood.
Tilting the bill of his baseball cap, he conversed easily with us, no matter the 50 & 70 year age differences. His quiet, yet earnest voice shared his dislike of school in general, his love of sports and a fondness for the Dukes of Hazzard (the old TV series from the 80’s, not the new movie).
I spent about three hours with this young man, but immediately liked him. I’ve thought of him often since our paths crossed. I hope his family supports him no matter what decision or direction he decides to take. Success and happiness in an uncertain world is all I can hope for the next generation, and this nice young man I met. I bet this is the same thing my father-in-law’s generation thought as they looked at us 50 years ago.