I was preparing for a move with some “Millenial” buddies the other day when this seemingly random old guy showed up. He offered a hand, and even a prayer, and it seemed the work went so much faster. When he had to leave, there was one who came in behind to take his place, and in no time, we were done for the day.
By the way, my young friends are headed to a place called “The Village”.
Time passed. So, too, did 600 or so odd miles.
As one of my aforementioned “Millenial buddies” and I were completing our unload before the expected heat of the next day, a call came in. Could we offer a hand in helping some “Millenial buddies” with a move? There’s a saying: “have truck, will travel”, so off we went.
Upon arriving, I felt I’d been transported in time, space, and alternate reality into the old 80’s era movie “St. Elmo’s Fire”. You could smell the youthful exuberance of the place, figuratively, and maybe even a bit literally.
A Google search summarizes this old movie as follows:
“A group of recent college graduates embark on a series of misadventures in the real world… Together they grapple with adulthood.”
Which brings us back to reality. Upon arriving at the set of the second “Millenial move” of the weekend, it suddenly dawned on me that I was the random “old guy” unexpectedly showing up to help. I hope it made a difference.
By the way, my young friends were headed to a place called “The Village”
I referenced “St Elmo’s Fire” earlier, for I never really felt as “hip”, or as young, as the characters in the movie, or as the small crowd of aforementioned “Millenials” that I showed up to help move yesterday. And yet, maybe at some time in history, My friends were (hip) and I was (young) after all. Clearly, we needed some help, both literally and figuratively.
There’s an old saying: “It takes a village to raise a child”. But, what about when the children have all grown up and moved from your village to The Village?
I recall my own literal series of (young man) misadventures in the real world, and having to grapple with adulthood. I also recall a number of “old folks” who were around to lend a hand, a meal, a word, and what was needed at times to work through the moment.
What was once my village is now largely part of my great cloud of witnesses. I pray I can be a meaningful part of the village that helps these new residents of The Village as they start new villages all their own.