A lot of guys are pretty self absorbed.
They can tell you about the amount of gravel needed to fill a given driveway, or why the Yankees are the Evil Empire, or what a “manifold” is. As young men, they are schooled in the art of spitting.
They can spit approvingly, such as when they are looking under the hood of a ‘65 Chevelle Malibu, or disapprovingly, as in the case where they have recently learned that the Yankees have, once again, beaten the Heroic Red Sox, in a critical divisional game. The trouble comes in when they are asked to describe their innermost feelings about things like a sunrise over a little red barn. Or a majestic waterfall in a beautiful wilderness setting.
Faced with such a question, most guys will spit approvingly, (especially into the waterfall). Then by way of clarification, they will say something like “It’s Awright”, followed by a belch of admiration for the wonder that God has placed at their disposal.
A lot of guys don’t get it.
Now, before you accuse me of being one of those sentimental, “In Touch With His Feminine Side” guys, let me tell you that I am ALSO a pretty poor representative of the male species. (I learned the nuances of spitting when I was 11).
But I have a friend named Victor. Victor was different. Nobody hung with the guy for reasons that I have never fully understood. I couldn’t resist him. He is bright (Yes, he’s still around) and articulate and funny and sensitive. And he’s brilliant.
One spring day, we were taking a walk together, and we passed a bush, on which were several flowers. On that day, he showed me colors and reasons for life (both physical & spiritual) that I had never even begun to imagine. Here was a world, created by God, that I had somehow overlooked. I was changed that day.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. In many ways, I’m still a neanderthal. But now I find myself appreciating things like sunsets at the beach, and the heart piercing color of an evergreen tree against a blanket of sparkling white snow.
And I’m not so quick to dismiss someone who is different than me as being “weird”.
One other thing. Now I like getting flowers on special occasions.
Thank you Victor.
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