Every Story Matters

Every Story Matters(reprinted from my book “52: Weekly Readings for Your Journey”)

For many years, CBS aired a journalistic gem called Everybody Has a Story. Host Steve Hartman threw a dart at a U.S. map, flew to that city, opened a phone book, put his finger down and called the household. If the individuals were willing, Hartman highlighted their life stories. Before leaving, he asked them to throw a dart for his next destination.    

What a marvelous illustration! It shows two things. First: the struggles of being human are something we all share, no matter our age, race, or background. Second: our stories matter, especially when someone truly listens.

But listening is a dying art. We fixate on our TVs, computers, and smart phones. With sound byte mentalities, we wish people would just get to the point. We formulate responses before others finish, cutting our attentiveness to zero.

Paul Tillich once said, “The first duty of love is to listen.” People long for someone to hear them. In our raucous world, open ears and hearts provide an oasis of acceptance. And the personal benefits to us can be astonishing. Our worlds expand! Here’s an example.

One day a short African-American man with a warm, toothless smile came to our church. The smell of stale alcohol trailed into my office. He was homeless, sleeping in his car, and wondered if I could help with lodging and food. When I agreed, he said, “Thank you, sir!”

That’s when I saw the military bearing in his shoulders; I heard the respect in his voice.

“Are you a Vet?”

“Yes, sir. I served in Desert Storm with the First Mechanized Infantry.”

What followed was an amazing story, a page of American history, and it was my privilege to hear every word.

Raised in New Jersey, William Milburn inherited his family’s tradition to join the military. He enlisted in the Army National Guard after high school. When he got laid off from a factory job, he decided to go active duty. Eventually he was transferred to Fort Bliss in Texas, assigned to the First Armored Division.

In August of 1990, William was a frontline tank gunner when the U.S. invaded Iraq. As he spoke, I could hear the roaring jets, the deep booms as William locked onto distant Iraqi targets and destroyed them. Those traumatic memories opened fresh wounds.

“We saw trucks, jeeps and tanks with mangled, blackened bodies. The smell of death is horrible, pastor. I was a soldier, but as a Christian, any loss of life is terrible. I remember looking at one body draped from a jeep and thinking ‘man, that guy had a family.’ It was war. I did my duty. But it was still so sad.”

William received Bronze Stars for his valor. I told him I couldn’t thank him enough for his selfless service. Then I stayed in touch with him. He allowed me to open some doors for rehabilitation. I’m happy to tell you he got back on his feet and resumed his career as a Nurse’s Aid.

So think of this as you shop, work, and travel this Fourth of July weekend. Every person you see has a story. And sometimes the people we pass over the quickest have the most mind-blowing tales of all. A homeless veteran taught me this lesson.

All I had to do was listen.

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