25 Oct

Heartwarming story.  Respect for our elders. STRANGER knocked on the door. "I used to live here!" -----------------------------------------

It was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon at the Urban House in Johnstown, Colorado. My wife Kim Urban and I were wrapped up in our respective worlds of Zoom calls and spreadsheets, the hum of productivity filling our home. That's when the universe decided to send us a simple yet profound reminder of what truly matters in life. 

At 2 PM, a gentle knock echoed through our living room. Behind the door stood Mr. Anderson, a humble figure lost in nostalgia. "Sorry to bother you," he began, "I used to live here in the early '90s. I was driving by and felt compelled to stop." 

His voice carried an undertone of loneliness, a yearning for connection. My mind started racing—scheduling, planning, and calculating the 30 minutes I had before my next call. But as Mr. Anderson stood on the porch, his eyes brimming with years of untold stories, something shifted inside me. It was as if time paused to grant me a moment of revelation. 

My wife, occupied with her call, was still a silent presence in the room, and as I held the door ajar, Mr. Anderson took the courage to ask, "Do you mind if I come in for a minute?" 

At that instant, I felt my guarded heart soften, a wave of regret washing over me. I realized my initial hesitation was a minute of selfishness I'd never get back. "Of course," I found myself saying, a newfound warmth filling my voice. 

As Mr. Anderson walked through our home, he was also walking down his memory lane, detailing the love and labor he had poured into every corner of the house. From the angled sidewalk—strategically designed to tease his wife—to the nuances of the interior, he narrated a living history. 

A Korean war veteran at 92, with a cap adorned to prove it, Mr. Anderson exuded a youthful spirit. Despite his years, he was sharp, charismatic, and still driving—although his car was amusingly parked kind of in the middle of the street. 

Eventually, Kim wrapped up her call and joined us. We took a photo of Mr. Anderson in front of what was once his home, his face lit up with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. That simple act, we knew, had made his day. 

But truth be told, Mr. Anderson made our month. In that serendipitous encounter, he reminded us of the dignity and respect our elders have earned, urging us to be patient and generous with the one currency we all possess: time. 

So, the next time life knocks on your door, don't just open it—invite it in. You never know what invaluable lessons it might bring along.

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