“Cheers, Sarah!”
“Cheers, Sarah.”
The world isn’t that big. Not really, anyway. This morning felt cooler than normal and I decided to walk to the local coffee shop. Timing is everything.
But we aren’t in control of it.
I walked up to order my coffee. The gentleman in front of me apologized as he was having a conversation with the barista. His accent took me back for a moment. He wasn’t from Texas.
England. He and his daughter were traveling Route 66, which is significant given it is the 100 anniversary. James shared that they found America lovely and were particularly enjoying their time in Texas. I told them I was a professional photographer, and storytelling inspired me to get into this profession.
His daughter, Evie - also a photographer. Within moments, I invited this sweet pair to sit down and have coffee. We talked about the differences between Britain and America. What England thought of America and visa versa. Some of the things that stuck out to me in our conversation was that we both believed - experiencing something first hadn’t was the best way to understand it.
The news can tell us what it wants, portraying their story line - but at the end of the day, it is up to us to decide. I didn’t have enough time with this traveling dad and daughter. They were on an adventure, and I was lucky enough to be a part of it. Few people take time to do something adventurous like they were doing. We get stuck in our 8-5PM, dreaming, hoping for more. Wanting a story to tell.
But they decided, “Let’s just do it.”
It was a real pleasure sitting in their company. We talked about so many things, and sadly can’t remember them all. I shared that my ancestors were British and had come over from England to the United States. Now, obviously - I am American. With that holds a responsibility. I felt proud for a moment. Mostly because these Brits found my country fascinating. I can’t wait to visit theirs one day.
Their journey was heading to Amarillo. They just happened to stop at the same coffee shop down the street from where I lived. What were the odds? I felt inspired. I hope they did too!
“Cheers, Sarah!”
They said, as we parted ways.
