The Crucible.

I met a man tonight. A great man. We shook hands. And, at risk of the ego this may portray after calling him great, this man had the spark of me within him. But, does that not only make sense? That we would see someone who follows what we see as good, and see them as great… and therefore have that part of yourselves in common?

This man was in “The Crucible” play I had to see for one of my classes. He played Reverand Hale and he was astounding in his depth of character. The show as a whole hit me hard, as it typically does, I was very close to shouting, “Just fucking stop it!” at the characters. I was tense and in tears. After the show, I felt the need to commend this actor for his performance. Especially after seeing the pride shining in his eyes as the audience stood and applauded until the lights went out. I waited around awkwardly by myself and watched him converse with his parents and other relatives. By simply watching him for this period, he gained my respect. His dignity and gentlemenly qualities shined. I knew he would appreciate my compliment. So I shook his hand, and he took hold of my hand with both of his, and with utter sincerity in his eyes and voice, he spoke, “Thank you, sir.” He proceeded to ask me about myself. Shook my hand again. Thanked me again. And I walked away.

I felt like I had met the greatest man I had met in a long time. Jason Roe. And I feel life will send him great places… if there is any justice in life. And to be honest, even though I technically do not know him well, I believe I would stand by his side if my alliance were ever needed. Because I say I know him well enough.