It occurs to
me that each and every one of us have come along on our own personal Formosa,
and that our personalities were shaped by our own proverbial Formosa’s. We are
products of our nature and our nurture. Our environment, and the people with
whom Providence saw fit to surround us.
In my own
professional role I think I have been exposed to every conceivable type of
person and personality. The good, the bad, and the ugly among us. The rich, the
poor, the educated, the uneducated, the excellent and the mediocre.
As I have
traveled life’s highways and byways, and as they have passed by, I have
wondered who they were, where they originated, where they were going, where
they lived, what they did. And, (perhaps you will find it strange) I have filed
a few away in the recesses of my memory.
The teenaged
girl in a wheelchair who rolled past my childhood family and me; as we visited the
Indian Reservation in Cherokee, North Carolina. The middle-aged woman who took
time to express her thanks and embrace me, as I served as a reservist in south
Florida; in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew. The young mental patient who
expressed to me that no one ever came to visit the facility in which he was
confined, not his family, not his friends, and might I see my way clear to hug
him? (I did). The woman who walked across the pedestrian pathway, as my
automobile paused at a Tampa red light. And a similar occurrence, when another
entered an Eglin Air Force Base hotel.
Yes, I have
often wondered who they were, where they were from, what they did, and where
they were going. People who, in this life, will never cross my pathway again.
But I pray for them.
Yes, my
friends, amongst the almost 8 billion people who inhabit God’s green earth,
each and every one of us have our own personal and proverbial Formosa’s. Our
own nature and nurture. Products of our environment and the people Providence
has seen fit to place in our pathways.
And it occurs
to me that another has been added to the long list of those who have somehow
caught my attention and who has left an indelible impact on my life.
She and I
were both raised on Formosa, but only just recently met. And I can tell you,
…She has the
most wonderful personality, the most amazing smile, and she makes the fastest, ‘meanest’ sandwich in the
business!
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