I
believe that there are times when, for whatever reason, I have been placed
somewhere. There is no dramatic swelling of music, no deep felt revelation, no
chorus of angels, yet somewhere inside I feel a deep-seated calm and I know
that I am where I am supposed to be. It’s a feeling of purpose that threatens
to take over and carry you somewhere completely new. All you have to do is step
forward and accept the opportunity.
I
knew that this Saturday I was “Placed.” After a long day of watching the
football game and catching up with my parents I decided that I was going to
brave the TCU nightlife. Luckily for me, a friend was already heading to a
party and I simply had to tag along. We arrived at the house and hardly a soul
was there. Ten to maybe fifteen people were at the party and I realized this
was going to be a relaxed night. Or so I thought.
Within
thirty minutes, 50 more people arrived and the house quickly turned into a mass
of laughter and alcohol induced pheromones. I am not exactly what you would
call a partier and tonight was no exception. In response to the cramped
quarters, I quickly walked out to the backyard to grab some fresh air and
escape the cacophony of the party. It
was there that I ran into some friends from my dorm freshman year. I talked a
little and discussed the game with them but for some reason simply wasn’t
interested in the conversation.
At
this point I was ready to go home. Nothing wrong had happened, I wasn’t in a
bad mood, I was simply…done. I was walking out the door when I saw another
member of my fraternity sitting by himself and staring into the night sky. I
was not particularly close with this guy but for some reason I could tell he
needed someone to talk to, and while I might not be the best pep talker, I
figured I could at least listen.
I
sat down next to him and for a while there was silence. I took the moment to
take in my surroundings. Everywhere around me there was a sense of calm. The
wind blew a steady, cool breeze and, for the most part, the outside was quiet
and stood in stark contrast to the heat and chaos that sporadically slipped out
of the front door. Within a few minutes, my brother turned to me and asked,
“How do you know when God, he, she, it, whatever is out there, is talking to
you?” Stunned by the sudden question I scrambled to regain my composure. I
thought to myself, “How am I supposed to answer a question like that?” and “Why
would he ask me?”
But
as I thought about the best way to answer it, I realized that I should tell him
exactly what I was thinking. I told him that no one can tell him when or how
you will be spoken to. He took a second to respond as he worked through the
words, and a few seconds later simply nodded. He then proceeded to tell me the
entirety of his college experience.
For
the next two hours we barely moved. We talked about everything, sports, the
weather, girls, family, alcohol, our fraternity, and most importantly our “place.”
He went over what was troubling him and how he was dealing with it, and I
simply listened. It was amazing to see how he relaxed as he told his story. It
seemed that all he needed was a way to vent his frustrations. In effect, one of
the best talks I have ever had in my life was one where I didn’t talk.
Seeing
the way my brother grew more calm and confident from our talk, I have decided search
out those who just need someone to talk to.
