Everyone Has a Story
I love my little town. It’s funky and eclectic. We have loggers and gold miners and contractors and teachers and nurses and rocket scientists. There’s no one-size fits all homogeneity on this hill. Everyone has a story.
My son came home this afternoon from his drive up the mountain to post a few bills for me and pick up a gallon of milk at Worton’s Market. You know what he came home with? A story!
He’s in the early stages of rebuilding a 1968 Ford Fairlane he bought recently for very little cash. It’s his first car. He wanted a project, something to work on. Anyway, he drove his primer-blue Fairlane up the back roads so he wouldn’t encounter too much traffic in case he needed to stop due to “old car syndrome.” As it turned out, he did make a stop.
As he wended his way up the forested road, he came across two vehicles parked in a turnout. Two men were talking. One was on a phone. He made the decision to pull over to help and made a friend in the meanwhile. It turns out, the man stranded is a local history buff, Ford enthusiast, and writer for the local paper. “If you ever want to talk cars,” he promised my son, “give me a call.”
When my son returned home, he had this and two more stories to tell me!
Everyone has a story. What’s yours?
Stories are everywhere if you look for them. I look for them. It’s become almost second nature for me to start piecing together a person’s story as I listen to her talk, aware that she’s doesn’t know she’s telling her story. But, everyone has a story to tell.
At least one.
Our lives are filled with stories just waiting to be told.
What’s your story? I bet it’s fascinating.
I’m a blogger and freelance writer. If you have a story waiting to be told–and you do! Please reach out to me today. I’d love to hear it.
Meanwhile, keep your eyes open for stories being written all around you.
Expect good things.