“Do or not do, there is no try,” He bellowed. He was the scariest fellow I have ever met. He is the scariest guy I call my friend. He said this as he used a 6 inch knife to remove a splinter from his finger. It was 10 degrees outside and he was wearing shorts. I have only seen him wear long pants once, it was zero degrees. He is one of those strong but not muscle head individuals. You can tell his build comes from hard work, not the pansy gyms I enjoy. He has scars and abrasions. He is crass. He swears and uses harsh and sometimes abrasive language. He buzzes like neon and you get the feeling he is constantly ready. There are times, I wonder how he sleeps with all the noise you feel oozing from him. My first impression was that this man might well have no heart. I wondered if he cut it out himself and ate it, protecting himself from emotions and making sure no one else could get to his heart. I wonder if it was still beating as he swallowed it whole, chasing it with a pint of ice cream.
And then he spoke. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t eloquent or in iambic pentameter. It wasn’t flowery or soft at all. It was direct and to the point. It was piercing. It was powerful. I would say it was straight from the heart, but I am still not sure he didn’t eat his heart. He spoke truth. It was riveting. It was powerful. It was humbling. It was motivating. It was laser focused on solution.
Years later, I would be in a different state, a different time, a different meeting. My head adrift with finding the perfect response. Planning an eloquent answer. Id seek to make eye contact to be called on and deliver the soliloquy. It would work and I would be chosen to speak. Suddenly, I’d feel a splinter in my finger that really wasn’t there. I’d flash on that knife and my legs would be cold. I would forget everything I had been thinking. It was as if I swallowed my brain. I spoke truth. I spoke from the heart. My soul echoed his words, “God is everything or He is nothing, whats our choice to be?”