My first sonder was when I was eleven years old while riding in a car with my dad in downtown Spokane. At a stoplight by the bus station I saw an old man standing on a street corner. He was standing there in a stooped fashion, wearing an old hat that men often wore in my grandfathers day. His left elbow was bent and his hand was stuffed into the pocket of a loose sport-coat that looked to big for him. He was frozen, squinting hard, and just kind of staring across the street into the distance...and suddenly he looked right at me - and he smiled, his cold hard look suddenly warm and welcoming...tipping his hat he nodded and gave a quick wink, right before turning around and walking the other direction... I couldnt help but feel that he had been standing there for a very long time, even years perhaps - just waiting for my father and I to finally arrive, and for me to curiously observe him, and somehow magically free him from his vigilant watch... And thats when it hit me. I suddenly realized that just like my father and me - that everybody was rolling through their very own story, and that at any time, I could be part of someone elses story - just like the old man is still part of mine... And that every single human being on the planet was an Agent of Sonder... - Robert Neal III
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 10:57:46 +0000
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