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Hole in My ShoeI had a great conversation with a man I met yesterday. While we were talking he suddenly felt he knew me. I told him I wasn't from New York and then he suggested I might be someone "popular".

"Montel?" I asked, referring to Montel Williams. He immediately began to nod.

I don't look like no Montel.

I looked at the ground and noticed he had holes along the seams in the tops of his dress shoes, otherwise known as leather uppers. His blue socks were exposed. He told me he was a handyman and that he had just finished a job, appeared as if he had showered wherever he had been working and was on his way to the next gig --- "Whatever finds me," were his exact words. He had his work boots and clothes and his tools in a pushcart that he was preparing to wheel down the street. I smiled, shared a couple of laughs with the man. Before walking away, I introduced myself, shook his hand and wished him a great day. He returned the sentiment in-kind. It's on these days that I really wish I was rich. That way I could just drop a few hundred, or thousand, bucks without a thought to hopefully make someone else's life a little better.

Be blessed, all of you, who read this blog. You probably have a whole lot more than you realize. Take a moment to think about it. If you can't come up with anything, then have someone you know point out all that you have going for you.

By the time most of you read this I'll be in Atlanta for the rest of the week. Hit me up on Twitter @MakesMeHoller if you're in ATL and show me some love. And help me with directions. I'll be by myself and fully expect to get lost during my stay.

Sometimes it all just Makes Me Wanna Holler...

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