When I hear stories of people living lives that are marked by love, it inspires me to live better. Did you know there are actually chemicals in our brains that cause us to want to do something, to move when we hear or see good stories more about that here. As we journey together toward a life marked by love, it is my hope that stories like this one will encourage us all to love others with a bigger, better, more radical love than ever before.
With that in mind, you will understand that whenever I go out to our fiftieth state, I find myself wide awake long before dawn. Not only do I find myself up and ready to go while almost everybody else is still asleep, but I find that I want breakfast when almost everything on the island is still closedβwhich is why I was wandering up and down the streets of Honolulu at three-thirty in the morning, looking for a place to get something to eat.
Up a side street I found a little place that was still open. I went in, took a seat on one of the stools at the counter, and waited to be served. I was afraid that if I opened the thing something gruesome would crawl out.
But it was the only place I could find. He poured a cup of coffee, wiped his grimy hand on his smudged apron, then grabbed a donut off the shelf behind him. I know that in the back room of that restaurant, donuts are probably dropped on the floor and kicked around. But when everything is out front where I could see it, I really would have appreciated it if he had used a pair of tongs and placed the donut on some wax paper. As I sat there munching on my donut and sipping my coffee at three-thirty in the morning the door of the diner suddenly swung open, and to my discomfort, in marched eight or nine provocative and boisterous prostitutes.
It was a small place and they sat on either side of me. Their talk was loud and crude. A birthday party? What do you want? Why do you have to put me down? I was just telling you it was my birthday. I mean, why should you give me a birthday party? Why should I have one now? When I heard that, I made a decision. I sat and waited until the women had left. Yeah, she comes in here every night. A smile slowly crossed his chubby face and he answered with measured delight.
