WE KNOW HOW FRESH AND ORIGINAL IS EACH MAN, EVEN THE SLOWEST AND DULLEST. IF WE COME AT HIM RIGHT, TALK HIM ALONG...AND AT LAST SAY, WHAT DO YOU WANT? (OR IF THE MAN IS VERY OLD, WHAT DID YOU WANT?), EVERY MAN WILL SPEAK HIS DREAM. AND WHEN A MAN TALKS FROM HIS HEART, IN HIS MOMENT OF TRUTH, HE SPEAKS POETRY. (Ray Bradbury, from The Writer Archive April/2008)
This reminds me that everyone has a story, a poem, a truth inside of them. The children's librarian who hates germs. The tattooed and pierced boy behind the counter who hands you your bagel and says "you're welcome" in a soft, southern drawl. The old man in the wheelchair, who is sitting outside the nursing home but is really roaming somewhere far away in his mind. Sometimes we get the chance to ask these people their story. Sometimes we get to make it up. Either way, there's a truth in there somewhere, if only we'll listen.