It’s easy to forget sometimes that everyone has a story to tell if we take the time to listen. We are so accustomed to hearing the stories of people in the news that we sometimes lose track of the fact that the random stranger on the bus also has a fascinating story about where they came from and how they got to be where they are.
And then there are our own stories. You know, the ones we never tell because we “aren’t important or anything”. The stories that stay untold because we have “nothing exciting to tell,just an average day in our life”.
Did I ever tell you about the time I spent a couple of hours across a table from Red Skelton? It happened at the Shamrock Hilton in Houston…
