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Protected. Hidden. Guarded. Secreted. Alone.
Purged far away from and with their own beautifully obstructed sentiment, keepsakes are locked away.
inspiring
the conversation of silence /
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I've had days when forgiveness reminded me of my father. There were so many things he told me... often without ever saying a word. But I always made a point to listen.
father son days /
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Days behind us offer no re-runs or do-overs. Yesterday my son and I spent a great afternoon together in the upper rows of section 313. We'll never have a chance to relive it, but you'll never take it away from us either.
We own it. It's ours... forever.
the waiting /
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Dreams are often interrupted by it. Ambitions create it.
There are days when I feel like I've done nothing but wrap my entire existence around it. Or maybe that's not the case at all ...and it's really just wrapping itself around me?
man of faith and a broom closet /
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Life is nearly the exact way that I see it.
casting thoughts and shadows /
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I tire of chasing moonbeams and kicking the can. This came to mind as the morning's welcomed light began casting long irregular shadows across my map.
standard issue /
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pinbacks. leather jacket. white t-shirt. faded blue jeans. docs. faith.
man of substance /
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Yesterday I met one of the richest persons I've ever known.
Douglas Moody is the shoeshine man at the Richmond International Airport. There were few travelers in the terminal as I passed by his stand in the afternoon, but his smile was welcoming and better yet, real. I was compelled to stop... just to say hello. The two of us chatted and laughed for a moment. His words were genuine and in between bites of his Almond Joy, he offered me his $7 shine for $5. He explained it as his "slow day" special. I wasn't really interested in shining my old Dr. Martens, but I knew at that price, the time with Mr. Moody would be worth every dollar. How could I possibly go wrong?
He gave my old docs one hell of a shine, but his tale about how to be a good man and an honest person really polished my soul. He was also quick to offer repeatedly just how much he loved his wife. His baseball cap pretty much said it all. Man of Faith.
As he finished shining my shoes, he wrapped up his story. Another customer then walked up and waited for a shine. Saturday was getting just a little bit busier for Mr. Moody and just as he had minutes earlier, he welcomed it all with his sincere smile. I handed him a $10 bill, told him to keep it, and thanked him for the special.
You're a rich soul, Mr. Douglas Moody. For a small $10 investment, I walked away a little richer myself, ...and with shiny shoes. Thank you again.