Meeting D. Miller

I walk into the church and the first thing I see is a selling point for Donald Miller Merchandise. I stopped by really quick to purchase his new book. I had been waiting for months to get my hands on it, and I finally had it. I found a seat and cracked the book, studying its every word. As I started to read the prologue my sister went to the bathroom. When she returned she grabbed me by the shoulder and gave me the news, Donald miller was signing autographs outside! I quickly grabbed my book and took off. I stepped into the line and there was the man himself, Donald miller. He looked younger than he did in the pictures I have seen. It’s weird to so see somebody in a picture and then to actually see them in person. They always look a little different but you feel like you know them when in reality you have no idea who they are.
For a second I began to think about my interaction with him. What if he was a superstar? What if he was a conceded jerk and my interaction with him made me want to return his book and stop recommending his writing to all the folks I knew? When I got to the end of the line, a sudden burst of bashfulness shot through me and there I was, staring at Donald Miller and I had absolutely nothing to say. As it turns out, D. Miller was actually pretty nice, greeted me. When I actually mustered up the words to say to him, what came out was the declaration that I was a fan of his work and he replied with a thank you. And that was all I could think of to say. Luckily some guy came and took him away just as I had run out of things to say; it was time for him to go on stage. As he stood up to go on stage I asked if we could take a picture and he said, “ yes, of course.” So here is my pic to remind me of when I met Donald Miller!