|Is the Whole World Crazy or Is It Just Me? (standard:humor, 908 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Oct 29 2017||Views/Reads: 408/200||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|We sure could use a world that treats other people the way they themselves would like to be treated.|
Driving across town the other day I was nearly hit by four different vehicles. One ran a stop sign, another swerved in front of me and almost hit me and I'm sure the other two were on their cell phones. After a while I begin to think my life was at risk here. I decided to drop into a little coffee shop and cool my heels a little bit. I ordered some coffee, took a table in the corner and just reflected on my day. Why is it, I thought to myself, do people drive so crazy? How do they get a driver's license? Reflecting a little more upon the subject it dawned on me that it is not limited to people driving on the highway. People are just simply crazy. After giving it more thought, I concluded that I do not mind being crazy, it gives life a little more flavor. Crazy does have its benefits. For example, if you are crazy, people will not take you seriously and so you can get away with things you otherwise would not be able to get away with. “Oh, don't ask him to do that, he's just crazy.” What I really want to know is that if a person is crazy do they know they are crazy? Or, are they just taking somebody's word for it that they are crazy? I was thinking about that in the coffee shop when an older couple came in and sat down across the room from me. Immediately they caught my attention. For one, they were quite a bit older than I am. It is always wonderful to see someone older than you are particularly during these last few years of mine. The thing that caught my eye about these people was the fact that they were crazy in love, or at least it looked that way. As they walked in they walked very slowly, she walked in front of him and he followed very gingerly. He waited for her to sit down, as a gentleman should, and then he sat down. He looked at her and smiled and when he smiled, I saw that he had absolutely no teeth in his mouth whatsoever. That, however, did not compromise his smile or her smile back at him. He took her hand and they just smiled at one another. If that is not crazy love, I do not know what crazy love is. And, if that is crazy love, I want to buy into it with everything I got. The waitress came back to them and took their order for coffee. Of course, who in love does not want to drink a cup of coffee? The gentleman told the waitress that they needed some time to think about what they wanted to eat. It soon dawned on me that they were on a date. I did not know older people went on dates. If this was not a date, I do not know what in the world a date is. I was too far away to hear their talk, but I could see that they were talking back and forth and laughing and giggling as though they were teenagers embraced in their first love affair. I just wished I were a little closer because I am sure their conversation would have been delightful. I get so tired of hearing hateful talk, prejudice talk, political talk and all that kind of talk that just makes you sick when you hear it. It is about all you hear and see on television, which this may be crazy, but I have been thinking about shooting my television. When people are crazy in love, it does not matter what they say the only thing that matters is that they are in each other's company. I did not know the story with this older couple. I sure would have loved to hear it. Have they been married for a long time? Or, have they just got married a few weeks or months ago? As a pastor, I surely would have loved to have done their wedding. I am sure it was a great celebration. Click here to read the rest of this story (27 more lines)
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