haven’t we met? some kind of beautiful stranger.
It was innocent enough. I was mindlessly flipping through a magazine…and old GQ that I got from a classmate of mine more than a few months ago. It had Jay-Z on the cover so she let me have it and I tossed it on my TV table along side my GQ with LeBron on the cover. My two favorite men. I wasn’t really reading the words, just looking at the pictures although admittedly I did read a few lines in the article featuring Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake. What I found within the next few pages quite literally took my breath away and brought me to tears. I saw this picture (below)
You could be good for me. I’ve got a taste for danger.
I have to be honest with you I did not notice his body at first. Nor his legs or even the amazing muscles I saw something in him that I really cannot describe and that even when I skirted off to my laptop to write this post and google image searched his name “Oscar Pistorius” and found other less jazzy pictures of him brought me to tears. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen and I want to know more about him. Dizzying as it was, I did not read his article immediately. When I finally calmed down, I read about him fighting to go to the Olympics this year where he broke trial race records. I am in awe of him.
I went to his website and saw the following quote:
You are not disabled by the disabilities that you have. You are able by the abilities you have.
I started to cry again. Truthfully I am still a little stirred and shakey as I write. I am still pulse and mind racing to make sense of the experience that lasted just a second yet feels monumental and life-altering. I feel indebted to him in some way. I’m chewing on my lip trying not to cry again. Eyes closed and typing breathing shallow breaths and hoping it passes. Who is this beautiful stranger and why does he mean so much to me?