An old man sat down next to me today on a park bench.

He didn't say anything to me at first, I was busy running through my own head.

But his soft raspy voice wrapped in experience broke through and stopped my thoughts.

Without looking at me he leaned forward and said....

"You are a strange, rare, kind of beautiful. You have that kind of magic about you that is radiant and intimidating, it has scared many away. But don't be fooled. Because only the foolish will ever run away, always coming back when it's too late."

I was speechless as I slowly turned to him searching for words searching for anything to say, but all that escaped was a tear down my cheek.
He finally looked over at me, giving me a toothless grin that about reached his wise blue eyes.  He patted my shoulder, without saying another word he stood and went on his way, leaving me with nothing but the greatest two gifts I'd ever received.