Story Time
Hey Listservers! Wow, my turn. I've been meaning to write this down for a while, I guess I just needed you all.
Sometimes in our lives, we are given a little extra time with ourselves. A time to think or reflect. For me, that time is the 45 minute drive back from my girlfriend’s house. The empty roads and dark night combine with the hypnotic beat of Tiesto, or whatever CD I have in, to create the perfect atmosphere for thinking about whatever pops into my head.
I recall one such night that stands out in my mind, I was driving home on the virtually vacant highway under the vast night sky, the beat pounding in the background, and I started to feel small. There I was, alone, insignificant, flying towards home in a little metal box across my little piece of our grand earth’s surface. It was a kind of solemn feeling, a little sad.
But then, someone passed me. Another person, driving a small black SUV, passed me on that otherwise empty highway, and everything changed. Who is this person? Why are they out driving so late? I don't know them. I wonder if they notice me.
I wonder what stories they could tell me.
There they were, busy living a life, full of stories, and for a brief moment, we were alone, together. Every human being is full of stories. In our little heads, we hold histories of our little chunk of this world. And when someone dies, in most cases, those stories go away. Each person is a treasure trove of anecdotes, captured for only a fleeting moment. That makes every death incredibly tragic, and every late night conversation, every stranger met, and every moment shared immeasurably valuable. And at that moment, I felt significant. I felt blessed to be alive, to be in a state where I can share and hear stories.
If you're reading this, you're also blessed. There are stories all around you. Find them. Call your mom, or ask your grandparents what life was like for them. Make it a point to meet a stranger. And if you're so inclined, take a moment to send me a story from your life. It doesn't have to be anything major, the little moments can be as valuable as the big. I'd love to hear from you.
You're alive. Go find a story. Go make a story. They're all around you.
David J. S.
Pittsburgh, PA, USA
davidj.listserve[AT]gmail.com
Sometimes in our lives, we are given a little extra time with ourselves. A time to think or reflect. For me, that time is the 45 minute drive back from my girlfriend’s house. The empty roads and dark night combine with the hypnotic beat of Tiesto, or whatever CD I have in, to create the perfect atmosphere for thinking about whatever pops into my head.
I recall one such night that stands out in my mind, I was driving home on the virtually vacant highway under the vast night sky, the beat pounding in the background, and I started to feel small. There I was, alone, insignificant, flying towards home in a little metal box across my little piece of our grand earth’s surface. It was a kind of solemn feeling, a little sad.
But then, someone passed me. Another person, driving a small black SUV, passed me on that otherwise empty highway, and everything changed. Who is this person? Why are they out driving so late? I don't know them. I wonder if they notice me.
I wonder what stories they could tell me.
There they were, busy living a life, full of stories, and for a brief moment, we were alone, together. Every human being is full of stories. In our little heads, we hold histories of our little chunk of this world. And when someone dies, in most cases, those stories go away. Each person is a treasure trove of anecdotes, captured for only a fleeting moment. That makes every death incredibly tragic, and every late night conversation, every stranger met, and every moment shared immeasurably valuable. And at that moment, I felt significant. I felt blessed to be alive, to be in a state where I can share and hear stories.
If you're reading this, you're also blessed. There are stories all around you. Find them. Call your mom, or ask your grandparents what life was like for them. Make it a point to meet a stranger. And if you're so inclined, take a moment to send me a story from your life. It doesn't have to be anything major, the little moments can be as valuable as the big. I'd love to hear from you.
You're alive. Go find a story. Go make a story. They're all around you.
David J. S.
Pittsburgh, PA, USA
davidj.listserve[AT]gmail.com
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