“Wow! We’re living like kings.”
— Zachary, my son
We live in luxury.
Back today after flying home from Washington D.C. with my daughter last night, our house does look a bit like luxury. Not luxury compared to the White House or the Ritz-Carlton, but luxury compared to how Rudolph lives. Luxury to a homeless person.
So maybe what my son said (albeit facetiously) was right as he admired the new toilet paper dispenser I had just installed.
We do live like kings.
Installed a toilet paper dispenser in a king’s palace.
I’ve been thinking about your conversations with Rudolph, and I’m profoundly at a loss for words, Eric. You’ve got a gift for connecting with people and sharing their stories. Would you say your meeting with him was a life-changing experience or do these types of meetings happen to you all the time? The way you’ve presented him, I cannot get him out of my mind. Thank you so much for sharing him with us.
You are most welcome, Natalie.
It’s hard to see how things affect us when we’re in the middle of them. Time will tell how Rudolph’s story will resonate.
Since I started giving my time daily, I’ve made a concerted effort to connect with people and listen to them, even for just a few minutes.
By doing so, I’ve come to realize that there is a great power in everyone’s story – triumph, despair, humor, courage, failure, and dreams. And those stories are all wrapped up into one messy, imperfect, and flawed person. Therefore the stories are messy, imperfect and flawed. I just do my best to find their story and bring it out as best I can.
Everyone deserves to have their story told.