It’s that video that’s gone viral over the last few days. I’m as enamoured as everyone else. Have you seen it?
Before you watch the video (and you must watch it), there’s this thing I want to tell you about. It’s about this time when I was driving back home from Dublin Airport. My Mam and Fiona were in the car with me and we had just returned from a lovely long weekend in Krakow, but were beginning to feel the blues set in at the thought of resuming the banalities of everyday life. While stuck in the usual traffic at Harold’s Cross, I glanced across at the car in the next lane and there was the driver, singing along to whatever song happened to be on the radio. I mean really going for it – eyes closed, fist-pumping, top-of-his-voice singing. There was nobody else in the car with him. I wish you could have seen him, to understand. We couldn’t catch the song. I imagined it to be Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing, but that doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter at all.
The point is this: I love that man. I think about him often. I think about him after I’ve read in my local paper about someone beating up an old person or hear about someone being broken up with in an email. I remember him when I’m beginning to think this is a horrible messed-up world we live in. I can be having a really shitty time and be feeling like the world is against me and all I need do is remind myself that there are people like that man in the world.
In this video, the singing is not even the best part – the best part is that you get a little glimpse of one of those truly happy relationships that are more special and rare than we think. I’m sure this pair have their bad days too but it must be a lovely comfort to know that another person so clearly and openly thinks you’re awesome.
This is beauty, indeed.