Two days ago I was enjoying Great Falls National Park in Maryland when these two gentlemen came into view.
The first thing I heard, said in a somewhat grouchy voice, before I gave them my full attention, was “Well, we’re all going to die sooner or later.”
But the line that really got my attention as I turned the corner and saw a face that contained twinkling eyes as they met mine, was “He’s going to die a whole lot sooner than he thinks he’s going to….” said in a way that only a brother could say it, with just the right amount of love and exasperation.
I had to stop and talk to them. There was a story to be heard here, and a connection to be made.
