Meet Hal. He looks to be in his 60’s. His face and skin show signs of wear. You can see that his eyes tell many stories.
This morning, I see him from across the room. In a group of young and old modern day people, he stands out to me. As my eyes are moving around the circle of men, I find myself staring at each man’s shoes wondering what story they tell. I am questioning where each man works, as I notice that all the shoes are different.
Hal’s shoes are comfortable working sneakers. “He is on his feet a lot,” I think to myself. His faded jeans, flannel shirt, and ball cap oddly accompany his long straw-like mane and facial hair. “Why does this man stand out to me?” I think to myself seconds after I make eye contact with him “Why did I notice him?”
Moments later, I adjourn to a table where our group meets. I am the first one in the room. I sit down and eagerly check email while listening to a guitarist strum and sing with a crackling and mellow southern tone. The blur of a person catches my eye, as I hear a voice ask, “can I sit here?”
Hal sits down directly across from me at the table. We introduce ourselves, and I watch as he fumbles through handouts and flyers on the table between us. I notice his hands – they show signs of wear. I briefly study the wrinkles, cracks and scars as I think about the hard work he has done throughout his life. Then I see the tiny white flecks scattered across his hands, and embedded under his fingernails. Hal is a painter.
During our meeting Hal offers brief opinions, and shares that he joined us today because he is trying to open up more, and wants some change in his life.
Change. We are all there for that reason. Taking turns, we all share. I discuss a painful circumstance, and talk about a change going on in my life. I speak of a door closing and a new one opening. I talk about how the door closing is filling me with grief because of the people who are still in that room. I talk about how I need to embrace the change, and forget about the reasons.
Hal offers me a dollar. He reaches across the table with the folded bill and tells me that my situation is a gift. He says that sometimes gifts are handed to us, and all we have to do is reach out and take them.
Hal is a simple man. He is a normal person, who completely changed my perspective and life today.