Joel Lindsey is one of the worlds great modern song writers. He's good partly because he's a sensitive thinker, and because he lives with his eyes and ears open. That's why I love his musical creations, and why I'm addicted to his blog. You can find the link on this page - just to right of these words. Earlier this month he wrote about a recent personal and emotional experience he had. He did it with openness, dignity and honest but cautious speculation. I was moved by it, and felt a strong urge to pass his story AND his very deep contemplations on to you. Please read.
I first noticed him when we were boarding: the strapping young man, a boy really, in his army uniform, buzz cut, carrying a wooden box wrapped in what looked like Saran-Wrap.
A distinguished older gentleman stepped up to him in the line and asked "Where are you sitting, soldier?"
"28-F, sir," the soldier responded, checking his ticket to make sure.
"I'll trade with you," the older man said, handing him his first class ticket.
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"It's an honor." The man said, walking away before the soldier could argue.
So we boarded and the soldier was seated one row back from me, on the other side of the aisle. After the cabin doors were closed, the captain's voice came over the speakers:
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