Who was the first person who brought you out of yourself? Who appreciated and encouraged your goofiness, your creativity, or who loved the parts of you that you found scary and tried to hide? For me that person was the guy who worked for Capitol from my Weird Al story yesterday.
When we met in our early twenties my life was humming along as it does. I had a decent job and a fiancee that I bickered with frequently; I figured it was me and I just needed to surrender whatever big thoughts I had about how my life should be. D challenged that. He was on a spiritual quest of sorts and wanted to share the joy of what he was discovering with everyone he knew. We hung out a lot (I've never bonded so strongly with a coworker) and laughed a lot. He got me in ways that other people looked at me sideways about. He never advised me to do a particular thing but he did encourage me to think about my own heart's desire. When I decided that I'd had enough of my fiancee and surrendering my dreams and moved three thousand miles away to a city I'd never been to and where I knew one person he cheered the loudest. "It'll work out. You'll see," he told me. It did and it was the best move I ever made.
Who was that person for you? Have you thanked them? Do it -- be it a prayer for their soul or a phone call or a blog post, do it. I first heard today's song with D in Oakland at a Michael Gablicki acoustic set, though someone did join him on pennywhistle for this. It still feels like a blessing.
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