I’m seldom surprised by the parroted thoughts of elite, highly educated people. They all seem to get their information from their peers or through mainstream sources. Even my friends, the ones I like best, seldom add much to the days story or significant events. If I see one post I’ll see a different version regurgitated again and again. I too find it challenging to not parrot someone I’ve heard or read, but I think hard and try not to. I just don’t have the gifts some do!
Today I was reminded that the people we least think likely to have anything thoughtful to say often surprise! Most of the time these are loggers, McDonald’s cashiers, carpenters, or the likes of less educated people who labor for a living. I’m not writing of people with means, but people who have big hearts. The guy who drives the old truck. He wears dirty jeans, work boots, and an old hat. He’s the guy who drinks Bud Light, not the newest IPA from the hip microbrewery. If you have a party he brings his own beer. He’s the guy you call when you need something done you don’t want to do. If you don’t know this guy you need to get out more often! I even met one in Hay On Wye in Wales. These people are so special it humbles me to think how stupid I must look to them, living in my starter castle and all. God has blessed many of them far more than He has me.
One guy, a friend of mine, today posted something on a random political piece. The kind of public political site where you would expect only highly educated, elite Oxford wannabes to show off their superiority. He came up with a comment that surely surprised us all. But the funny thing is it was “liked” by several people who I would describe as elitists, including myself in an educated, thoughtful way. It was a sharp comment, witty and funny at the same time, one I could never have originated in my pea sized brain.
My friend you probably know I’m writing about you, I’d put nothing past you. You are a joy to know, a friend I’d like to better know and hang out with. Please stop by sometime, you can add much to my life. I don’t have any Bud Lights, but I recently bought some Coors Light, that’s about as far down the beer pole I can dance.