I’ve been thinking…although my basketball coaching son often counsels, “Papa, quit thinking; it hurts the ball club.”
Ah, for spontaneity, right?
But, not to let the thought escape…what is most meaningful to me…in others…and never perish the reality, in myself?
One word comes to mind. Not many. Not paragraphs. Not flowing wordsmithing. The word I cherish and hopefully incarnate is this: authentic.
That came to me this morning. Diane shared this video…from the talent show, “America’s Got Talent.” About, as Simon coins it, “an old soul.” Except he’s 20. He delivers pizza. But. He’s on the television program more than to participate. In his words, “I’m here to win.” That is not arrogance. That is not flipping off those competing against him. That is not condescending. It is authentic. He’s genuine and oh my, is he ever gifted.
Now. To be clear. I can spell hip-hop but I am clueless in defining same. If I had the choice between Celine Dion and James Taylor, it’s a toss-up. Have they ever shared their gifts on the same stage…at the same time?
This young man sings, “My Way…” So impressive. So real. So gifted. And I bet. When he hands over a pizza to a customer, the smile is never feigned…and he’s not looking over your shoulder for the next customer [I mean, vote.].
Please enjoy…I more than did. And it preaches to me…how a grandmother can inspire…and how a person can be so real, so authentic, I stood up and cheered. And then looked into a mirror and pondered, “Why not me?” Oh, relax. Not to sing. But, to live and to care and to love…and to be. All me. Mark Henry Miller Himself. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Same for you?
So, listen. Enjoy. And see the value of authenticity. And. Echo the same this day…this very day.