There's a reason I couldn't sleep last night. There's a reason I woke up long before my alarm went off. There's a reason I left my house early and drifted down the lonely stretch of highway that seems to go on forever between Flint and East Lansing. There's a reason I decided to stop and have coffee at a McDonald's before heading to Michigan State University to participate in the Red Cedar Writing Project. Today, I met a man.
He was a very small-statured man who told me he was born in 1932. A man who told me about the love of his life and how they only dated three months before he knew she was the one for him. How they dated only three months before he asked her to marry him. They had a life together of over 50 years. He told me how she became sick and how he woke in the middle of the night to hear her choking and how he called 9-1-1. And he told me about taking her to the hospital and having to say goodbye. He had to say goodbye to the love of his life. But then he also talked about how he was the luckiest man alive because God had given him his angel for over 50 years.
He told me about his service, his service to his country. And he was brought to tears as he discussed how he'd be willing to give his life today to make sure his countrymen were safe, so they could sleep soundly at night without worry.
He told me about his sons and his daughter and his granddaughter who had just graduated from MSU with a degree in social work. And how she has the same kind of heart that I do, that she just wants to help people. He told me how beautiful I was, how beautiful physically and how beautiful on the inside I must be to sit and have a conversation with a little old man who loves to sing old country music. He told me he was once kicked out of a gas station because he was singing a song. He told me about a time where he was sitting at a restaurant and tried striking up a conversation with a young woman much like he had with me this morning. and how the young lady he was trying to talk to threatened to call the police for harassment if he didn't stop speaking. Today I met a man, a very speical man who loved his wife, who loves his family, who served his country. Today I met a man.
He was a very small-statured man who told me he was born in 1932. A man who told me about the love of his life and how they only dated three months before he knew she was the one for him. How they dated only three months before he asked her to marry him. They had a life together of over 50 years. He told me how she became sick and how he woke in the middle of the night to hear her choking and how he called 9-1-1. And he told me about taking her to the hospital and having to say goodbye. He had to say goodbye to the love of his life. But then he also talked about how he was the luckiest man alive because God had given him his angel for over 50 years.
He told me about his service, his service to his country. And he was brought to tears as he discussed how he'd be willing to give his life today to make sure his countrymen were safe, so they could sleep soundly at night without worry.
He told me about his sons and his daughter and his granddaughter who had just graduated from MSU with a degree in social work. And how she has the same kind of heart that I do, that she just wants to help people. He told me how beautiful I was, how beautiful physically and how beautiful on the inside I must be to sit and have a conversation with a little old man who loves to sing old country music. He told me he was once kicked out of a gas station because he was singing a song. He told me about a time where he was sitting at a restaurant and tried striking up a conversation with a young woman much like he had with me this morning. and how the young lady he was trying to talk to threatened to call the police for harassment if he didn't stop speaking. Today I met a man, a very speical man who loved his wife, who loves his family, who served his country. Today I met a man.