Or.....Wisdom can be had from Dirty Old Men
We have all heard some wacko story of angels visiting some poor sap to show them their way out of the woods so to speak : George Bailey’s Clarence in It’s a wonderful life. I met my very own Clarence.. Let me explain and it will tie in like a neat little bow. I promise
Last fall I decided to veer off from my well worn path to Wal-Mart to take some pictures of the windmills and at Kendallville Windmill Museum which I had never visited. Mentally I was in a real turmoil. with thoughts of my desire to jump into photography with both feet. Was I good enough or just lucky with a few good shots. I set up my tripod in the deserted park and was snapping away when an old man walked over. “ You are following your passion! Good for you! Most people never see what you see.” I was kind of freaked out . It was like he read my mind. He introduced himself and we talked a little. He said he worked at the park a few days a week. He asked if he could give me a hug. Ok, you’re thinking Cathy, no angel more like a park perv. We hugged and it was sweet! He started to walk away and said. “Never stop doing what you love, Ok?” I promised him I would never stop.
Angel, God, Old chatty guy, Perv,? Who was this guy that just gave me more confidence than any individual could?