I burn through a lot of precious time I’ll never get back bitching about my lot in life but every once in awhile the Universe reminds me of just how blessed I am to be The Hook, for only The Hook would have a guest encounter like this…
He was a strapping man-mountain with powerful hands and a booming voice to match, which he used to hand me his family’s luggage one early morning while exclaiming, “I bet you’ve seen everything in this job… Until now.”
My response was the same as it always is when guests attempt to shock me, which they do quite often.
“I’ve never been foolish enough to assume I’ve seen everything the Universe has to show me – especially in this job.”
Undaunted, he continued to hand me suitcase after cooler bag after backpack until he came to a giant, shiny plastic bag. A smile as wide as the FBI’s black file on Donald Trump enveloped his face as he said:
“I guarantee you’ve seen something like this before. Here’s my bag of legs.”
It was a that point that I turned my gaze to his left leg – which was factory-issued rather than God-given.
“I have an Olympic-level running leg in here, one for swimming and even one with special pivoted joints for golfing!”
You’re no doubt feeling a slight twinge of surprise right now, just as I did.
For a nanosecond, at least.
“Wow. You’re like a real-life G.I. Joe action figure with interchangeable accessories, sir.”
Our banter paused as he considered my words carefully. And then he saw the, let’s go with “wisdom”, in them.
“You’re absolutely right, boss. I am a real-life G.I. Joe!”
And this, at last brings us to our point for today.
#29: Unexpected Encounters With Beacons Of Light.
I have no idea just how this guest lost his left leg; the circumstance will forever be a mystery to me. But I know this: He hasn’t let it slow him down. He has a family, the love of a good woman (I’m assuming his wife isn’t a raging succubus) and a dynamite outlook on life, one that was actually infectious. But a good infectious, not infectious in a way that requires a shot of penicillin.
And by the way, his legs really were pretty cool. We’re talking Tony Starkesque quality.
And so I was grateful that our paths crossed and not simply because it allowed me to contribute another entry to my stalled campaign. I’m grateful because this guest made me smile (as Ronnie did so often) and gave me a reason to reflect on everything that’s happened in the last two years. I’ve been through several soul-draining trials that have left me devastated and too weak to go on at times.
But I’m still here.
And so are you, I hope.
So let’s travel on together, shall we?
See you in the lobby and down the road, friends…