Window

Window

There’s something truly remarkable that takes place as one fixes his gaze upon a window. A pane of glass transcends a man’s perspective to unleash a vision that travels far beyond his obscured linear comprehension. As one looks upon a window he is faced with a loud truth. Here is what he sees.
He sees the reflection of himself and all that is behind him. In the same instance he takes in the drops of rain as they gently cascade down the pane – even as the vision of the inner room in the house that is just beyond his reach comes into view. Why is this happening noteworthy?
A man’s eyes are as windows to the soul. They tell a story of where he has been. They grippingly depict where he is now. And they shed light on where he is going. My father always said, “Son, look a man in the eyes as he speaks so that you may know the truth.”
As the reader, you must expect to receive the truth as I attempt to convey the testimonies of the friends, family members, and strangers that I have come to know over a cup of coffee or a solid meal. Their stories are eminent, candid, and inspiring. It is my hope that we may relate one to another by resting our gaze upon the expressions of a single window – one story at a time.

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