Who Would You Most Like To Meet?

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Members of a cat site I used to visit, but that would be expensive, as many of them live in Europe, the Eastern United States (I live on the West Coast, in Central Coast California) and one in South America (Argentina).

Weirdly the more talented someone is, the less big headed they are I've found.

This is about people who are already some form of 'celebrity'.

D list celebrities in my experience have been absolutely egotistical.

So aim high or aim academic/creative...

Also you don't want to make anyone feel left out. I would like to meet some from this site as well but it's only some. A few I'd want to avoid but I'd be open to meeting most members even thou I don't have a high desire to meet them. Nothing against them but I'm just not very social offline.

When I mentioned that it would be nice to meet Cyndi Lauper and her family, I would want to meet them in a relaxed informal atmosphere. The same goes for anyone else I would like to meet. I could then just have a nice chat and be happy to meet them. I don't look for fame. I would not want to meet someone for this reason. I want to meet them because I want to know kore about their character. For example, I am amazed with Cyndi Laupers natural tallent. But why I would love to meet her is for two reasons. One is to say "Thank you" to her (And the same goes for others who work with her) because she did not give up and she made a aay through tough times to be able to share her music. The second reason is that I have seen something in her character which I can identify with. She is creative, but it is also in the way that she used her humour. It may come across as odd to many, but I "Get it" as I have done the same. In a way, if someone said she has had asperges traits, I would not be surprized, because the way she comes across when being interviewed is very much like how I use my humour as a mask. I am using it as a tool to fit in and also make people happy.

There was something special about working on the railway. Some late evening trains were quiet (Apart from friday and saturday nights when they were full of drunk people), I would start chatting with anyone who wanted to talk. Naturally a few pwople didn't want to talk, but many did as it saved them from boredom on a long journey. I had quite a lot of interesting conversations from many different types of people. From one man who I believe to be an eletist but who was genuinely wanting to share advice on how to live... (It is how I know through what he said in his advice who he was), to half drunk soldiers who despite drinking more then most locals, were still very kind and well behaved, where some lodals would be smashing things up if they had drank that much... To a man who had come down this way who during his drunkenness had shared with me about his former profession in that he quietly said SBS (The marine form of SAS... Actually my grandad was a corporal in the reconessence core which later became the SAS). The drunk man had come down to this area to kill his ex wife.... To a nice gentleman who we used to chat togther for ages as he often came down this area. He said his friend he visited was in the film industry. I later recognised the one I used to see. He was one of the men who once himself acted as a part on "Some Mothers Do Have Them". Some were on their way home from prison. Others were on their way to prison if they didn't change their ways! As a Christian, I was able to offer some advice on how to change. How to put God first and what they couldn't change, to let God sort those bits... Oh.. And did I see some change!
I remember two young men who I let travel as they only had so much money between them, and seemed in desperate need. (I could tell they were in need). I emptied the contents of my wallet out as I didn't have a huge amount, and gave it to them. Now I had told them about Jesus... I had shared with them parts of my life where God had done miriacles. Now sometimes change can be slow to take effect. I left the trai where they did as it was where my depot was, and I tended to the things I had to do like cashing up etc, and then about 20 to 30 minutes later I had finished and left the station to get in my car. I saw the police had stopped a car... A Renault 5 GT Turbo, so I had to go round them. It was those two young lads! Umm.
But that is not where the story ends. I remember that a few weeks had passed and one older guard stormed into the staff mess room and he said "What's this I hear you gave people money for tickets?" (Which was not true. They had bought tickets but could not afford to go all the way. The company we worked for in those days would rather we helped them by taking the money we could as a good gesture which did work, as most were greatful and rarely didn't pay afterwards). Now he had read the local newspaper and guessed it was me. (As I was the only Christian guard he knew at that time).
The newspaper headlines were about those two young men who had stolen a car. They had been searched ad they were found to have the money I had given them. When in court, the judge had asked them where they had the money from, they told the judge that I had emptied my wallet. (I wasn't a huge amount).
Now I heard much later how at a local church, one of the two young men had come straight into a church service in tears and had surrendered his life over to Jesus. Wow! What a change took place from that moment on in his life!
Now I am not good at recognising faces. Every few years I habe noticed someone wave at me as he passes in the car when I am in a certain village. I am sure it is him. I don't recognise him at first as it takes me ages to fathom out who it is!

I can say of another young man who completely changed, though it took a while... A young man who was a prostitute child. His Mum was a prostitute herself and used to send her two kids on the train by themselves with no money, in the hope they could sell themselves to bring back money in the city. The older child was more open with me (Though he didn't actually say what he did. I was told this from others like the platform staff). The younger one (Not that much younger) I rarely saw. The older one said he would never report his mum as he loved her so much and she was his entire life. I had to respect that, as he confided in me and if I did anything his world would collapse, however difficult his life may be. I believe his Mum had a drug issue.
Anyway, I used to let him on the train. Most guards would not let him. The station staff just wanted him to go on a train so they didn't have him on their patch. He was actually well behaved. He just never had money. So the railway didn't lose out too much, I sometimes paid for his ticket. Other times I just said "Get on"...
Anyway, as he had passed into young adulthood, I started encouraging him to dream further... To open up his horizons a little, as if he stayed as he was I could see a difficult future. Well. Wow, he took my advice. Actually exceeded it many times more then I would have guessed. I had not seen him for a few weeks or months. Then one day I saw him. He was dressed nicer. He had told me how his life had changed. He had found himself a job. Not only that, but it was with a travel agent. He loved the work, and he was able to look forward to free holidays so he was going to travel the world. He could then have first hand experience to report back to his customers! And, what made him proudest of all, he was earning a good wage which he took back to his Mum so she didn't have to sell herself as a prostitute. We never realize how strong the love is between a son and his Mum. I just hope the success continues in his life and their lives, and I hope and pray through his example, that his Mum and others who hear this, can change.

It is too easy to criticise for mistakes in life we all make. I, for one criticise too much! However, we need to remember. Most of the time we mess up and just need a little love and support. Some kind advice. And I am not the worlds best advisor by any means. For me, the situations just came to me. I was powerless in a say to do much. All I could do was to pray. To say a prayer for them. And I don't pray a lot. Oh gosh, I hardly pray. But when I am moved with compassion, I pray. And I feel Gods love for those I pray for. And often change does not come straight away. It is little by little... We can have so many weeds that need one by one removing from our lives. We may ask "God. Why don't you do something?" We fail to realize that He is. He is weeding our hearts to prepare the ground for the good seeds to grow! And grow they do! And when the harvest comes... Oh boy! What a harvest it is!
So never give up hope. Sometimes, we just don't see what is round the next corner! Sometimes we have to wait. Oh the wait! And yet, if we didn't wait and had it straight away we could mess things up as God has not finished a work in us yet! What good is throwing seeds on unprepared ground? The seeds will die. If any do grow, the little plants will be strangled by the weeds!

I know I am preaching. When I feel God working through me I best share it! If I didn't have experiences in life to share I couldn't tell you of the miriacles I have known. And the changed lives I share are just a few.