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"I Am Not From The Future"
posted April 19, 2007 @12:14a
"If I were here... and you were there... and this was 1971... and I was there... you'd be the Allman Brothers!" she yelled from a distance. At least that's what it sounded like she yelled, smiling as the words bellowed from her mouth.

It was just after lunch this week, and I was enjoying that tiny glimpse of spring we were given. I could see the woman approaching on the same sidewalk I was using to stroll, but she had begun our conversation from too far of a distance. It was awkward, almost like when you see an acquaintance from afar, but you make eye contact way too early - like 30 seconds before it's normal to speak. So you get what seems like an eternity of awkward dead time, until finally it's appropriate to say "well hi there," as you pass, eager just to get on with your life.

So I'm not exactly sure what she said, but I know it did have something to do with the Allman Brothers. When she got closer, I let the woman know I didn't hear what she'd spoken. But even in close proximity, I had no idea what she was talking about. Yes, it still had to do with the Allman Brothers. And I'm pretty sure she thought that I was transported from the band, circa 1971. But beyond that, I had no clue.

Then she gave me what was probably the best compliment I've ever been given, then walked away. She was sincere; but she spoke before she had completed her thought on the matter. "You are the best," she began. Then the lady paused and stumbled over her words a little, as she searched for perfect ones. "You are the best... whatever you are... in the whole world!"

I was the best. Whatever it is that I was... I was the best.

Sure, she may have been a delusional stranger. But for that moment, I felt important. And to her - I was important.

We have an innate need to feel important. We want to be chosen first in kickball. We want to be the best candidate for promotion. We want to be invited to someone's holiday celebration. We want to be someone's favorite performing artist.

We just want to be something to someone.

But we aren't.

At least that's what it feels like sometimes.

So today, I just want you to know one thing: you are the best... whatever it is you are... in the whole world.


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