You are shuffling through the grocery store. Bodies surround you. You suspect these bodies must have faces with eyes, eyes that are human, but you don’t care to look. At every turn, you are confronted with an abundance of meaningless choices, choices born of oppressive capitalism. Marketing ploys are yanking at your focus, doing everything possible to seduce you into whimsical purchases. Shriveling cabbage is being sold for a gut-wrenching price.
Then, into that darkness, a peppy flash of yellow catches your eye. Your heart leaps and you find yourself pulled to the yellow before your consciousness has had time to process.
As you come closer, your tender bud of hope blooms into a mature bloom of joy –
It’s a Wohoo! Kroger deal!!!
Like that – the bodies become friends, the choices become simple, the marketing becomes silly, the cabbage is $0.79.
What makes you “woohoo!”?
There aren’t many heroes left in the world.
There aren’t many people in this modern age I can point to and say, “That kid has gumption.”
There aren’t many people who think outside the box.
When everyone else is saying “Just take the easy way out,” there’s one man who pipes up and says, “Hey! There’s another way. Just follow my lead!”
When I enter in an address, google maps gives me the low down of how long it will take and all the steps involved for taking a car or public transportation. This is the easy way. The basic way to travel.
And then there’s this guy.
No matter the distance, that guys grabs his hiking stick, throws on a backpack, and is ready to go. It doesn’t matter if the hike will take 2 hours or 7 days, he is always there to present the bold and sassy option to go á la pied.
I used to snort derisively at his unrealistic suggestions, but now his plucky little spirit makes me blink back tears.
Thank you, sir – for showing the way. For suggesting the impossible. For always being ready for a challenge. For your saucy indifference to hardship.
May we all inherit even a smidge of your spunk.