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Who is a person you met only once that had an impact on your life?

Just One Question #12

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Thank You Mystery Person.

When I was in college and struggling with The Big Question (What does it all mean?), I met a woman who was a friend of a friend. She’s the first person who told me they were atheist. I immediately bristled (like most people my age, I grew up in a church-going family, and I hadn’t gotten to a point in my life where I was able to accept that view). I asked her questions that revolved around what was keeping her from doing whatever she wanted without regard to other people’s needs since there was no final judgment. Her response was that this world is all we have, and we should try to take care of it and be kind to those around us. It didn’t really make sense then but a few years later it did. Now I believe the same. I don’t remember her name, but I clearly remember the room we were in, what she looked like, and the emotion I felt during and after our talk. She had quite an impact on me in a conversation that lasted about 15 minutes.

TING, Seattle WA


Swedish bonding

Åke. In fact I never met Åke. I was advised back in the 90’s that he was the guy who knew the most about bonding aluminum. He was in charge of bonding Saab planes and cars. I had been struggling finding proper research, I had been testing, every university and engineer had their own opinion about priming vs not priming, what type of glue, epoxy or not. I called him on his landline out of the blue. I told my challenge, temperature variations of up to 70 celsius, salt water, high stress loads etc. He just answered that he would go with Permabond ESP 110. We never spoke again. I never got his full name. With it, I made the machine (bike) with the highest dynamic stress in the world.

JM Skibsted


Sandman

I was trying to publish my first kids picture book. I have been collecting picture books for years. One of my favorite illustrators is Peter Speir. I decided to write to him and send him the book dummy of what I was working on. He very kindly got back to me and we talked on the phone. He told me all about making books especially some of his earliest ones. I was so excited to talk to him! He offered to talk to his publisher and recommend my book. From there I published my first book with Doubleday. I’ll always remember how kind he was to help me out.

Edie Twining


The wise nun

We were staying at a Buddhist dharma centre in Bodh Gaya, India. There was a nun there who was helping with the teachings. I had a couple of conversations with her which were so enlightening. Because I trusted her wisdom I shared a problem with her that I had been having for years. I liked to be generous with people but kept getting taken advantage of. She told me that rather than having people over for dinner, just have them for tea. She said that some people are takers and they look for the givers. She said that I needn’t push those people out of my life, as they were still my friends, but I didn’t have to keep giving. Anyone not happy coming over for tea wasn’t really a friend.

Nick S.


The Almonds Guy

I’ll never forget the day I met The Almonds Guy. There I was, a young and dumb teenager, out partying with my young and dumb teenager friends, in the middle of some local woods, doing young and dumb teenager stuff, when all of a sudden… This guy walks onto the scene. …Not too much older than us—early college maybe. Built. Wearing a football jersey that struggled to fit his biceps (which were the size of my head), who was casually eating from a can of… almonds. Now, mind you—there were a lot of young and dumb teenagers on scene… maybe 30+. And all of them looked just as young and dumb as the next. But, this guy? …He stood out. He wasn’t drinking. He wasn’t smoking. He wasn’t there for any of it. He was just roaming, laughing, connecting, and… getting his protein on. I was completely captivated by it. So, naturally, I stayed close and listened to this out-of-place figure speak what felt like his sermon. And at one point, somebody (finally) asked why he wasn’t partying like the rest… he smiled and said, “My body is my temple. And I treat it as such.” I didn’t realize it at the time, but this hit me at my core. And later became an image I would base the image of my highest self around. What’s strange though is I never saw or heard of him again. Nor did I ever hear my friends mention anything of him again. I never even got his name. …And sometimes I wonder if I ever really did meet The Almonds Guy? Or if The Almonds Guy was something that met me…

Matt Hogan

11/30/24
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