作者：Rick • March 2020-09-19 07:00
My wife and I parked at a trailhead the same time as a young man with a distorted face.
He was covered in tattoos.
I assumed he was unfriendly, so we tried to distance ourselves from him.
But he struggled hard to catch up and wanted to talk some.
We slowed down.
He said he was recovering from a bad time in his life.
We politely left him in the dust, heading up river.
Hour later we turned back because a flash flood had taken out the trail bridge.
There he was again, laboring up the trail wanting to engage us.
He also turned to follow us back.
He shared a little more of his story.
He lost his mother and sister in a car accident
and he was permanently and horribly injured too.
We slowed down to the hobble he could manage for the whole way back to the trailhead.
"During much surgery and pain I came to hate life for taking my good sister and mom and this painful disfigurement .
Insurance money kept my livelihood.
I was about dead when this happened..."
He pulled up his shirt to show us a massive life size tattoo from neck to waist.
It was two ladies in a brilliant light beckoning to him.
He pointed… "This is my sister and this is my mom.
They told me to stop hating everything.
They loved me just as always had and wanted me to live in love too!"
He excitedly explained that the brilliantly colored tattoo was the exact dream he had that day.
He stopped whining and started to love people more and live a good life.
My prejudice melted away.
It had painted a wrong picture of this wonderful person with a beautiful message.
He bubbled about the magnificence of an experience he could hardly describe.
We had dinner together and sang songs around a warm campfire that wasn't even lit.
He stayed the night in our camper and we parted the next day.
I learned more than he hoped to tell….
May it also warm your heart.