Brian: A Great Listener

Walking down the corridor I intently look for my gate number. Once I find it, I sit—just sit in silence. My legs are on the floor and I am hunched over from exhaustion; my journey was just beginning. Throughout the lengthy wait, I noticed a young man take a seat in the row of chairs in front of me, facing me. He had brown, wavy, short hair and a fast receding line on his white forehead. At first, I thought he was Amish or Mormon, for he had a cross ring on his right hand and he wore a polo shirt and cache pants. What I noticed most, was his lips—there was just something so indescribably pleasant about them. And despite having mixed feelings about who he was, I felt a strong urge to get to know him. I wanted to know exactly what made him dress the way he did and wear the clothes he wore, but most of all, I wanted to see him speak. It boggled my mind that I was so intrigued with such an ordinary man. I soon forgot all about him the very moment they began boarding people on the plane. Once on board, I quickly went to my seat, but who was in the same row, but this young man, Brian. He was such a neat person to talk with; we talked for the entirety of the flight about our lives—our families, our hobbies, our faith and our families. I can talk for hours on end, and so could he, but what made him different is that was also a great listener. I truly hope that we meet again someday.