I liked the fact that Ray had a way of making me listen and hang onto his words. Yet, as the cars roaring by muffled out his strained voice, I quickly learned that Ray and I had absolutely nothing in common. For example, he believes a perfect burger does not have lettuce, pickles or mustard on it. I beg to differ. He likes mayo and lots of mayo. I hate mayo, even the smallest amount. He still thinks President Obama was born in Kenya, event though that has been disprove time and time again.
The one thing we both agreed on was how funny life is when two people with completely different opinions on nearly everything could still laugh together. We shared a similar sense of humor; one not many got. By the time we got to Burger King, Ray began to share more personal, family stories. It felt like spending some time with an old friend. I have a feeling that Ray didn’t really have anyone to talk to, and so he shared himself with any stranger.
I would eventually learn that he was from Merchantville, NJ. Most of his life he was an introvert, and at one point in time he was the president of his bowling club. He worked for the county of Lost Angeles, and is now living on social security. He eats at McDonald's and Burger King a lot. And in case you were wondering, Ray hates pickles on his hamburgers because, “The juice gets deep into the meat and takes over the flavor.” But for me, that's what makes getting to know someone like Ray worthwhile; allowing his story to seep deep within my heart and change the flavor of my day.
An ex-copywriter turned punk rock pastor and peacemaker who dedicates his life to making the world a better place for all humanity.
"that they all might be one" ~John 17:21
“Prius vita quam doctrina.”
~ St. Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274)
* “Life is more important than doctrine.”