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For an elderly man, he moved swiftly and talked smooth. His thoughts were clear and intelligible; he had a lot of thoughts and he wasn't afraid to share.
Doug got the impression he had been a salesman all of his life. He was definitely friendly, seemed to know everyone and was genuinely happy. It was kind of freaky to Doug. How did anyone become that happy?
Although he wanted to discover the man's secret, he was afraid he would lose his afternoon listening to the man's stories. He was very tempted after he realized the man was wearing a name tag from Stony Square. Fred Donaldson was the man's name it turned out, and now not only did Doug want to know Fred's happiness secret, what the hell was Stony Square?
The man with Fred excuse himself and left the table. Doug hesitated, but the Fred noticed him before he could look away.
"Hi there," Fred said.
"Morning," Doug said as he began to clean up his table. This was his chance, but did he really want to talk to this guy?
"I haven't seen you around here before," Fred said. Doug stood up and walked over to the table.
"I am fairly new, I guess," he said extending his hand. " Doug Walden." They shook hands; Fred had a vice grip for an old timer. His eyes were full of life, he was smiling wide and motioned for Doug to join him.
"Not in a hurry, are ya?" Fred asked. Doug didn't answer, he just sat down. There was no time to waste, he needed to cut the chase.
"I couldn't help but notice that you are so happy," he said. "What's your secret?"
"It's no secret," Fred said a he placed his hand on Doug's shoulder. "Anyone who has accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior can't help but be happy!"
Doug stared at Fred. He knew he was totally serious. Doug tried his hardest to not bust out laughing or make the comment Oh, you live in a fantasy world!
"I see," Doug said.
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