I find myself thinking of a gentleman I met once a long time ago. He had a story bigger than he was that entered the room before him- it was this story that drew me to him at that night. He was a sweet, little old man who gifted me with his attention. Knowing what a gift I had been given, I made the most of it. I didn’t squander the gift by asking a lot of questions, we merely sat together and he talked while I listened. With this memory comes the knowing that to simply be present in the moment with another is enough.