Here I was tonight, goofing off in front of a camera. This is the bare, real me. Without the endless layers of make up. Here I am. I am now vulnerable to your critisism.
I was at the music store today. It was just before 2 o'clock. I was sitting in a brown leather chair next to a window, and through that window there was three inches of snow on the ground, with plenty gently falling from the sky adding to it. Engrossed in my own thoughts, I heard a sweet, deep, truly happy laugh. I look up from my lap and I see a tall, bald, black man in a red sweater and thick rimmed glasses. "I thought we were done with this stuff!" He bellowed as he gazed out the window at all the fluffy white flakes, just like I had been. He looks at me and says "You know how to get your car out of all this? You stop. Get out of the car. And pile as much of that stuff on your front end as you can without damaging your car. Then get back in, tap the gas really lightly, and you'll be sliding right out like nothing. Its traction, see..." He spun me beautiful stories of the snow, investigating who stole his property, his "thug neighbors" , traction, how he will never again listen to the news radio and television, how to make an igloo. The only thing I know of this man is that he has a pistol hanging in his doorway with a plaque that says "We don't call the police." on it. I couldn't tell you his name. Or how old he is. Or what instrument he plays. Or his favorite color. Where he went to school. But this man is truly an inspiration to me. His laugh was musical, infectious, it entranced me. He made me want to sit and chat with him about mindless things for the rest of my weekend. He was so pleasant and lively! If everyone in the word had half the spirit and joyfulness this man had, the world would be a much better place. He says to me "Some thug stole my gate, and you know. He must have been a giant or somethin', and he just leaned over and plucked it right up, because he did not leave a single track for me to follow in all this snow! I'm amazed." Oh no, he wasn't worried about someone stealing his gate! He wanted to know how this thug didn't leave a footprint! This made my day. I want to be just like this man. He is an inspiration.
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