If witnessing was like a baseball game then today would have been a rough day at the plate. My first pitch of the day began as I was paying a parking meter. A man greeted me as he was waiting to pay his meter as well.
Man: Hi, how are you guys (I was with Dana)?
Me: Better than I deserve. How about you?
Man: I am doing great!
Me: Why is that? Are you a Christian?
Man: No, I am definitely not a Christian. It's Friday. Plus people can be great without being a Christian?
Me: What would you call yourself?
Man: Just a man that works for a living (walking away).
Swing…and a miss! Strike one.
Later, I tried to start a conversation with a teenager in a coffee shop.
Me: Hey, man. What do the letters on your shirt stand for?
Man: American Eagle.
He kept walking….strike two.
While in the library I approached an older man.
Me: Sir, how are you today?
Man: I am fine. It is very hot today.
Me: Yes, it is. Where are you from?
Me: Really, what brings you here?
Man: Sir, your country has wrecked my life. You rob, steal, and take everything I own.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that. Are you Muslim or a Hindu?
Man: Sir, I am finished talking with you. No more questions!
It was a tough day at the park today, but if I cared about my batting average, I would have quit a long time ago.