A thought.

I should start this post by saying I know it has been a while since we have heard about the warriors. There is reason for this… it is a hard tale to tell. It takes time to allow its meaning to find its way to the part of your heart that it is destined to remain.

What has been itching at me is a weird thought. I am not totally sure why I have been thinking about it, but it has been running through my mind on occasion. I guess it is just an improvement that I need to make for myself.

I guess it started with a talk I had with the boss recently. It is kind of heavy so if you are not in the mood I would suggest moving on to the birds below.

I have been bothered recently about my arrogance…the way I assume I know a person when I meet them and feel free to share stories without consideration to them or what they have endured in their life. Talking to Dan about colors in a picture…telling Shawn it is hard to be married, let alone married and happy. Telling my dad that the masters program is not that hard, telling Chucky where a good spot to fish is, talking to Katie about the happiness that can be found in a pet. Asking the boss, “what is the big deal?” When she answered I understood the big deal.

I guess it is something I need to remember before my next callous remark, before I try to explain something to someone when they already know…to learn to listen better. We never know what a person has to teach us until we listen. So the next time I meet someone, I will remember that they have their own story, and if I listen…I will learn...

Another weird thing is this song came to mind:

Ben Fold's Brick:

6am, day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold
Car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping
I am numb
Up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
They're not home to find us out
And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
They call her name at 7:30
I pace around the parking lot
Then I walk down to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Than she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
As weeks went byIt showed that she was not fine
They told me "Son, it's timeTo tell the truth"
And she broke down
And I broke down
'Cause I was tired of lying
Driving back to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
She's alone
I'm alone
Now I know it
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly