Randy Jackson Changed My Life
By John R. Greenwood
It was a cool damp evening. My wife was not feeling well so she entrusted me, although with some reservation, to venture out into the night in search of some life sustaining necessities from our local Walmart. Little did she know, our lives were about to change forever. “Don’t forget the seltzer,” she repeated through the slightly cracked back door. “You forgot it the last time.”
I had just earned back her trust by completing two weeks of error-free errands when I slipped up and forgot the seltzer. I swore there was at least one bottle left. I guess I was wrong. It’s happened before. “I won’t forget, I’m not twelve you know. I’ll forget, I’m sure of it,” I muttered to myself. Seatbelt buckled, off to Walmart I sped.
I was feeling much as a teenager does when Dad hands them the car keys for the very first time. A solo trip to Walmart was exhilarating. I could spend 15 minutes deciding which bottle count fiber tabs to buy and no one would be standing there, arms crossed, giving me “that look.” I would be free to wander aimlessly in the ‘aisle of cheap tools.’ You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that clutter work benches and jam kitchen junk drawers.
An hour later, with my basket full and my credit card in full swipe, I was suddenly overcome by an eerie feeling that something was about to happen. As I swiped my little card of blue and yellow, I gazed to the Optical Department directly in front of me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I stopped dead in my tracks.
I felt an overpowering urge to check out a new pair of glasses. I needed a change. Entering the Optical Department I felt an almost electric charge in the air. Something dangerous or exciting was lurking within the gated walls of frames and lenses. I entered slow and deliberate. I paced back and forth in front of the MENS choices. There were columns of brand name frames like: Smith & Wesson, Urban Suburban and Field & Creek. Then there was column #6. The bold new "Randy Jackson” collection. Starting at the top I began to try on frames. First one, then two, and then it happened. It happened like it had never happened before. No decision I had ever made came as easy as this one. The frame wasn’t fancy or bright. They were dark brown with a gold tinge. They were thick, unlike the thin wire frames I had been wearing for 38 years. They fit like a glove. They cradled my face like a mother’s gentle hands cradle a small child’s face. They were my new signature glasses. I held them tight and stood tall before the counter. “I’ll take these. I have the prescription. Here’s my credit card.” The deal was done.
Something changed that day. The “Randy Jackson’s” gave me a fresh confidence, a breath of renewal. I stood a little taller, walked a little faster. In the days and weeks to follow I began to write more, read more, and share more. My world opened up a little that day. It was as if I had stepped out of one stage of my life and into another. It happened right there in the Optical Department at Walmart. Don’t ever question those signs from above. Those signs from column #6. Thanks Randy...
I can relate to this...sometimes the things I buy are meant for me.ReplyDelete
Thanks for your kind words about my interview at PU ~
Oh I so LOVE this life-changing little adventure. I have been looking for John Lennon frames forever - so far no luck!ReplyDelete