Last night I cried. Not only because my feet were on fire, but also because the message in that performance fed my soul. 
I truly believe God puts people in your life for a reason. I met this dude years ago. We never really talked on the phone or hung out. I never saw the need to carry our association beyond what it was, which was not much.
But we managed to stay linked.
Via myspace, facebook, twitter, and/or text we continued to connect and I began to see the value in our friendship.
But I didn't realize until a couple of months ago just why God placed him in my life: To inspire change; to give me that proverbial kick in the pants.
Last night he took me on a journey. PAIN. TRANSITION. TRIUMPH. Took me through history. His story chock full of raw, fluid emotion emersed in truth. It was real, it was honest. No holds barred inspired.
And in listening, and dancing, and singing, and having church in every sense of the word, I found my truth. My inspiration. My motivation to tell my story without fear. Fear of judgement, disappointment or loss.
So to you, dear sir, I salute, and I thank you immensely for sharing your story.