Everyone Has a Story
I have a fascination with people.
Allow me to explain.
I love to look in to peoples eyes, see the expressions on their faces, the lines etched in their face, the shape of their mouth and watch their actions, gestures and demeanor.
Why? Because I like to wonder and imagine what they are about. What made them be the person that I see?
The lady walking across the Wal-Mart parking lot today - the threadbare clothing, unkept gray hair and the eyes that showed such sorrow as they stared down at the ground while she walked with such laborious steps. Was she in pain? Had she been in an accident that made her walk so gingerly? Was she poor and couldn't afford nicer clothing or just didn't take the time to dress just to go to the store. And what made her eyes so solemn?
The young man in IDK Bar and Grill who was eating a pizza and watching football - all by himself. He didn't smile, he didn't talk to anyone. He was alone. Was he new in town and hadn't had a chance to make close friends? Perhaps a stranger traveling through town? Or maybe he wanted to be alone - his time to decompress and enjoy afternoon of his own company.
To the young woman talking rather loudly on her cell phone to someone in a most heated voice. Her eyes were on fire, he hands clenched in a fist and her voice almost at decibel 10. Her level of frustration was evident - but what caused it and to whom was it directed? A love, a child, a friend? Was it a misunderstanding or was the woman asserting her authority?
The jovial cashier at Hugos who joked with each customer she checked out through her line. Was she having a good day today, better than normal? Or is this her typical demeanor? Is she married, have children, had she just gotten good news? Was this her last shift before having a couple days off or did she truly love her job?
I watch people and I wonder what their story is. I saw a snipit of their life but that glimpse was enough to intrigue me and make me think about what their life was about.
Allow me to explain.
I love to look in to peoples eyes, see the expressions on their faces, the lines etched in their face, the shape of their mouth and watch their actions, gestures and demeanor.
Why? Because I like to wonder and imagine what they are about. What made them be the person that I see?
The lady walking across the Wal-Mart parking lot today - the threadbare clothing, unkept gray hair and the eyes that showed such sorrow as they stared down at the ground while she walked with such laborious steps. Was she in pain? Had she been in an accident that made her walk so gingerly? Was she poor and couldn't afford nicer clothing or just didn't take the time to dress just to go to the store. And what made her eyes so solemn?
The young man in IDK Bar and Grill who was eating a pizza and watching football - all by himself. He didn't smile, he didn't talk to anyone. He was alone. Was he new in town and hadn't had a chance to make close friends? Perhaps a stranger traveling through town? Or maybe he wanted to be alone - his time to decompress and enjoy afternoon of his own company.
To the young woman talking rather loudly on her cell phone to someone in a most heated voice. Her eyes were on fire, he hands clenched in a fist and her voice almost at decibel 10. Her level of frustration was evident - but what caused it and to whom was it directed? A love, a child, a friend? Was it a misunderstanding or was the woman asserting her authority?
The jovial cashier at Hugos who joked with each customer she checked out through her line. Was she having a good day today, better than normal? Or is this her typical demeanor? Is she married, have children, had she just gotten good news? Was this her last shift before having a couple days off or did she truly love her job?
I watch people and I wonder what their story is. I saw a snipit of their life but that glimpse was enough to intrigue me and make me think about what their life was about.
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