I saw him coming from across the room. Tall, dark and handsome (so typical but true). Smile that lit the room. Hundreds of people all around. Yet he was all I could focus on. Was he really coming straight for me? Yes, he was. Standing with a group of men in converstions about their business, Mr. Smiles breaks right in, interupting the conversation. He looks right at me and says, “I have a story I want to tell you.” He goes on… “I was having breakfast with my son. He says, ‘Daddy, someday I want to be just like you, a business man.’ I say, ‘Well, what do you think that will entail?’ He answers, ‘I will go to work and shake hands like the other guys. Here is how I’m going to do it.’ The boy puts out his hand and gives me a vigorous shake. At this point I realized that he had spit in his hand.” Mr. Smiles laughs out loud. That was it, I was caught by his charm. His eyes, his smile seared in my brain. But with an apparent small child. Was he married? Divorced? A single dad? All these thoughts go rushing though my head. Next thing I learn is that he is actually doing business in my small town. We exchange buisness cards. That’s were it all began. My heart split open. It felt like a fire burning inside of me. It was the wonderful glow of passion.
Postscript: I never felt so alive. A rush I will never forget.