Favorite People

Last evening I got to spend time with some of my favorite people. I have many. We had a great time. I don’t know that you would consider these people special by any worldly measure, but they do my soul wonders just to spend time among them. There is one particular person — let’s call him DB — who has been a particular blessing. He has experienced a lot of life and has a ton more to enjoy. We arrived at our meeting place about the same time, DB and I. He got out of his vehicle whistling like a song bird. I like whistling.

DB was in high spirits and even remembered his hearing aids, which he noted at the beginning of our gathering. It was a wonderful evening. DB has collected some wonderful stories and he has such a genuine manner about him when he shares these stories. Last night he shared a story of his experience spending summers at an Uncle’s farm. I was thinking today about how to retell this story here for you. I wanted to make sure I captured the nuances of the story as DB shared it last night. There was a certain travel-back-with-me-as-I-share-a-bit-of-my-life-with-you aspect to DB’s presentation style. Given that, I have decided not to attempt a retelling and instead pray that you one day have the pleasure of DB telling you the story himself. Just remind him it is the one with the stern Uncle, the cistern and nature’s call. He’ll know which one you’re talking about. Oh, and tell him I sent you…