Woodrow Call stands in the ruins of Lonesome Dove.  A young reporter walks up behind him and asks if he is indeed Capt. Call.  When there is no reply, the young reporter states that people say that Woodrow and Gus were men of vision.  And simply asks, were y’all men of vision?  Capt Call stands there is the fading light and cogitates for a moment and says, Yeah, hell of a vision.  That happens to be one of my favorite lines in my favorite movie of all times.  I can almost quote the entire movie at anytime a person will stand still long enough to listen.

I wanted to be a man of vision.  I have read thousands of books about men of vision and I was jealous of every one of those men.  I asked myself a million times why I was not blessed enough to be a man of vision.  I could have explored the west, traveled to ancient lands and discovered mysterious things, had I only been a man of vision.  Was it the times in which I was born?  Was it the fact that I was born in a small west Texas town where visions were not that common.  Was I born in a time when visionaries were limited in places to discover.  I guess the answer to all those questions is yes.

Reading has helped me in my pursuit of a vision.  I am continuously amazed at the number of people who I speak with who can’t remember the last time they read a book.  Most are waiting for it to come to the movies or maybe become a TV documentary.  They simply don’t have the time to spend reading.  Could that be one of the things wrong with some of our young people who seem to not have a purpose?  Could they simply be lacking a vision?  Could be.

I will keep trying to become a visionary but time is running out.  Hopefully one day someone will ask if anyone knew if I was a visionary.  I hope someone can simply say ” Yep, hell of a visionary”

Chuy