Maybe I'm still feeling the emotion of a birthday passed, but
yesterday I was reminded why aging can be a greater than the fountain
of youth. The gentleman that helped me with the suits last night was
an older, black gentleman. I came to find out he was 62, though he
didn't look it. It seemed that every step, every word was stepped and
given with precision. Like a person that cleans their plate every
time at dinner, he was making the most of each moment. I guess when
you're 62 you've experienced a lot. The numbers alone say that this
man named Basil had experienced twice as much as me.
"Mmmmhmmm," rolled with a deep southern draw deep from within this man
as he answered my questions. Peppering a confident, I've been there
smile, between his words of wisdom he guided me through each designer
before we chose Hugo Boss. For much of his life he had been a tailor
and even removed his jacket to show how he had tailored his own
shirt. He had the kind of knowledge that only comes with age and
experience and he wore it well.
As people attempting to rise, we are so quick to speak louder and more
often then the next to show what we know. To prove we are worthy.
Basil spoke softly bringing you in to listen before stamping each
recommendation with an, "Mmmmhmmm." He didn't need to shout. He has
the wisdom for which the rest of us are searching.
I would send anyone looking to add to their wardrobe to Basil. He'd
be sure to take really nice care of you, "Mmmmhmmm."
(The weekly story is just something that I've experienced within my
week. The goal is for it to be weekly, but more than likely, they
will come when I have time to post. Peace!)
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