Once in a while, we meet someone who gives us a very different view on life.
We can get so caught up in our own world, and live life thinking that the people around us have similar ambitions, definitions of success, and failure.
To look at he was dishevelled and unwashed. Under his hat his eyes darted to and fro, watching passers-by who largely ignored him. Driving the vigilance was a restless mind. A man who had experience that most people would only ever read about in action-packed novels.
He referred to himself as Sir David. A life in the forces had provided a unique perspective on society. His respect for Queen and Country had been shaken by a number of events he had witnessed. His account of life in the military, and how missions had been carried out was both engaging and at the same time horrifying.
We sat in the sun. He shared memories of his childhood, his own children, and the highlights and lowlights in between. Tales of saving Gadaffi's life mixed in with meeting Jesus in 1959 and conspiracies between our Royal Family and the Russian leadership.
I sat and listened. Maybe I was the only one who had for some time. He was angry and defeated.
I left him in the sun.
He waved as I crossed the road and headed into the hustle and bustle of 'normal' life.
Later at a coffee shop, I searched online for Sir David Henry Reeves. I could find nothing.
Did it really matter?
I had met with Sir David...real or not.
It was an experience I found humbling, and one I will not quickly forget.