There are Those People.

Last week, we had this band competition at Sam Houston State University that took all day. As mentioned in previous posts, my section in band doesn't always get along very well, and today was one of these days. One guy said something to another guy, and it snowballed to the point that everyone on that snowy slope got sucked in. We were all mad at each other. It's a good thing we had to be quiet before we got onto the field out of respect for the people already performing, or we would still have been bickering. As we were literally waiting at the opening of the field waiting for the band before us to end, I heard this voice saying "excuse me" over and over. Kind of irritated, I turned my head to glare at the person moving up our compact lines. My glare fell instantly when I saw the person was in a wheelchair, and was a volunteer from SHSU. He zoomed past us, and said "I was supposed to move you guys here, but it looks like you did it yourselves! You guys are awesome!" He had a huge smile on and was laughing. He then proceeded to back up out of us, again apologizing, but with a huge smile on his face, not embarrassed at all. I started crying. I have no idea if this guy was a member of the church, but he had such an aura about him, that he was practically glowing. I wanted to talk to him, to bask in his inner light. He made all of us smile, though we were about to jump down each others throats, and even though he probably didn't have the easiest life, he smiled through it. Now, I have no idea who that guy was, what his name was, what he does in his life, but I will always remember him. He was one of those people, one of those people I wish I could be. God bless you, Nameless Wheelchair Man, you touched someone's life with a laugh.