Listen to the actions watch the words

Time to Vote, Time to be for something

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It is easy to see what these two people are for. One is for going out and knocking on doors, and the other one is for opening the door if someone knocks.

This is not rocket science. It is easy to see what people are for . All you have to do is check and see what it is that they are doing.

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Lot's of questions

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I guess the questions that are asked tell you what the people really think as much as the answers. Who they will vote for. What they believe. Who are they.

Just a short story

Over the last two weeks I met two interesting individuals. In both cases "the airport" had a lot to do with these meetings. I met one on a plane. She was 46. She was leaving El Paso and going to Austin to see the Rolling Stones. In the last 14 months she had gone to see them 60 times. She couldn't recall how many times over the last 30 years. She always had front row seats. She had no family. No kids or husband. Didn't expect to have them. She had little debt and was on the road either working or going to these concerts most of the time. She said it was her life passion. She said her life had been defined by the trips and all that came with it. Friends had been found. New lands visited. Oddly, maybe we talked a little of religon but she was just curious and wanted to find a label. She saw the things that mattered most as a part of the tours and concerts. She called it her passion but it was really her life. No extended family, no parents involved with her life. No neighbors.

The other individual I met was taking me to the airport. He was 23. He was broke. He had learned a trade at a trade school. He asked one question after another. He wanted to know what I believed. He wanted to know if I saw things the way he did. He had grown up in a religion that he seemed to love. He had become inactive because of things he had done. He told me what he had done and what he had overcome so far. Some of his brothers and sisters wouldn't talk to him any more becuase of it. He hoped to see the day that he would rejoin in activity in his church. He was anxious and anticipated finding out about eternity. He saw the world as bad and felt his church was his anchor. His church was different than mine but he seemed hungrey to understand the differences. He seemed to show by his questions and his actions that one of his passions was the religon he had grown up with.

Both of these people, unlike the guy at the door in the picture, were pro something for sure. You couldn't talk to either without seeing their passion. The passion of the lady was built on money and she had enough to take good care of herself. The passion of the young man was gaining some eternal understanding and he really didn't have enough money to make it to the next pay day. The woman was educated. The young man was trying to learn. The woman said she was happy. The young man didn't know how to find the peace that he wanted. The woman was planning her trip to India. The young man wasn't sure exactly where Siberia was and said he probably wouldn't ever leave his state and didn't really want to. I liked both individuals. The young man was unique. He was different. It is hard not to care a lot for the young man.

There indeed is different kinds of passion