How I Met a Rockstar on Thanksgiving Day

As you might have guessed from the title, this is the account of how I met a rockstar yesterday and got my picture with him.

Thanksgiving. Family. Food. Fire. Not exactly.

My family's travels took me down to Wichita to see my grandparents. We stopped by the front to go the bathroom real quick and I stood out in the entryway to watch the coats. Make sure they don't float away, right... haha. Mom got out of the bathroom and was standing close to me. I was looking down at my phone and in my peripheral, I saw about 3 or 4 people come in the front door. Mom kicked my foot and I got pretty ticked that she was in my space. Was was her problem? The people passed on, and she hissed in my ear, "Hey! That guy that just walked in, he looked

like Phil Joel from the Newsboys!"

From then on, we creeped down the exact hall my grandpa lives in. We saw Phil on down the hall in a sort of living room where about 8 old people were wheeled up to a TV to watch a movie. Phil was visiting with someone down there.

We ran into say hi to my grandma and grandpa and whispered our star sighting. The staff people needed to work with my grandpa real quick after we greeted him and so we all got pushed out into the hall.

Here came Phil Joel.

I creeped.

I took blurry pictures.

And then up walked his father-in-law. My grandma chatted with him super quick and she mentioned that there was the question if his son-in-law was a rockstar or not. He confirmed it. I didn't need his verbal confirmation, because as Phil walked by with his 2 elementary-age kids, I was "discreetly" taking his picture... and he turned his head... AND LOOKED ME IN THE EYES. It was scary. He didn't smile. It was awkward.

But, his father-in-law called him and his kids back in (no idea where their mom is) and we got to shake hands with him. He came in, peeled off his rockstar sunglasses and said in his brilliant Australian accent, "Hello, I'm Phil."

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth," I said.

"Hello, Elizabeth," he replied.

Phil went on to meet Abigail and mom. It was glorious. We thanked him for his time, and he said, "Oh, no worries. It's Thanksgiving."

We got our picture with him by the christmas tree in the foyer of the care center.

Mom asked Phil if he was doing his own projects and that if he has his own ministry. "Yes, I do," he replied. I honestly don't think he was too thrilled about being there. O well. I did talk to his ten year old daughter a tiny bit. She was adorable. I had heard in the adult's small, quick talk that they came in from Nashville for the holiday. I asked her if the flew in. She looked at me and said, "yep." She also said that the plane ride was fun. As for the six year old son, he was off in his own little world by the door. Haha, boys.

And so, from this day on, every time I pass those tiles, I'll say to Abigail, "OMGOSH... DO YOU KNOW WHO STOOD THERE! I can't believe he was standin

g RIGHT THERE!"

haha.

The End.