I never met Leon. But I wish I had. Today I just wasn’t in the mood to meet anyone. I watched a lot of people. I smiled at nearly everyone I saw. And although no one stopped to chat with me, I was content with sitting alone on Leon’s bench, in the park, enjoying a fresh mango with lemon juice and chili pepper. It’s not like I didn’t want to interact with others. It’s just that I had been talking with people all day, and I was done. I wanted to be alone and gather my thoughts. I needed someplace quiet to do it. And I couldn’t think of a better person to do that with than Leon. After all, we do have a lot in common. He was an extraordinary husband. A father to three children. He had a passion in his life that perhaps he made into his career. I’m pretty sure there is a lot more to know about him, I just didn’t get the chance. Leon died long before I could introduce myself. In speaking for him, I suspect Leon would want you to know that time is precious, use it wisely. Meet as many people you can. Gather their stories and become a story for them to pass along to someone else. But that is just a hunch I had, sitting there dripping lemon and mango juice on my shirt and pants. I wondered if Leon like to sit on park benches and people watch. Perhaps he too was a messy eater. I’m sure he had a nice smile. And I bet you anything he liked mangos. |
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Ian MacdonaldAn ex-copywriter turned punk rock pastor and peacemaker who dedicates his life to making the world a better place for all humanity. "...how he went about doing good..."
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