People are often drawn to stories that quietly reflect something inside them. They may not realise this at the time, but certain stories seem to stay with us.
It can be interesting to notice which ones.
I remember a man who was fascinated by the World War Two story The Man Who Never Was. It is a remarkable tale about a man whose identity was carefully constructed so that nobody would ever truly know who he was.
The man who told me this story spoke about it with real interest.
What he never quite noticed was the quiet link between the story and his own life.
He was someone who kept much of himself hidden. On the surface he seemed present and engaged, yet something important remained out of view. His wife once said to me, “People think they know him, but they don’t really.”
It always struck me that the story he was drawn to had a familiar shape.
A man with an identity that was never fully known.
Sometimes the stories that stay with us have a way of saying something we haven’t quite put into words yet.
