My name is Bryant McGill. I am a simple person who loves to write, think and enjoy what life has to offer. My first priority and joy in the world is that of being a father and husband.
I do not consider myself to be famous, or a celebrity. There all types and degrees of notoriety, and mine is minor compared to many. I have been fortunate enough to have had a few million people read my various works, and even a hundred-thousand or so use my references for writers, but in the grand scale of things I am just a tiny and insignificant writer of inspirational essays, poetry and references, with a modest following. No matter the number, I am so grateful to all of those who take their time to read what I present. Those who take the time to judge me by the content of my writings will understand that I have a very simple and humble message to share. My work is about real people, relationships and experiences that we can all learn from. My quest as a writer is certainly not about me, for I am far too unimportant. I am just a student of the world; a minuscule, and frail embodied consciousness struggling to understand, and be a meaningful part of this great, mysterious play of life, which is set on the stage of our baffling home in the universe.
I enjoy reading, thinking, trying new things, learning, creating, sharing and meeting interesting people. I enjoy being alive. I have had the unique and humbling privilege to meet, interview and get to know as close friends, numerous top personalities, intellects and achievers throughout the world. I have also had the honor to hear stories and learn from ordinary people from nearly every part of the globe. Like my writings, I too am a work in progress. I realize that I am an infinitesimal speck of frailty and vice. My work is often clumsy, and reflects the true splintered weakness of my emotions; sometimes loving, sometimes selfish, sometimes compassionate, and sometimes cruel. As an artist I have a lot to learn. I believe that every person is precious, and inside, we are still like little children who yearn for acceptance, unconditional love and the gentle, warm affection that can only come from another soul who is whole enough, and generous enough to reach out, and give the gift of acceptance and compassion. I would like to be such a person, and am therefore reaching out with a hope that I could bring some degree of happiness to other human beings.
I am a person who is not afraid to love people, or to tell them how I feel. I am a very caring person, and I easily feel for people and their situations. I find inspiration in the random acts of kindness between strangers, and especially when I witness a gesture of selflessness touch and heal someone in pain. Like in Braveheart, when William Wallace, whose actions just caused his new wife's death, kneels in front of her father at her funeral, and bows his head in humility and shame. The father looks down at him, with his fist clutched tight and trembling with rage, but then in that magic moment, his hand opens, and he reaches out and places his hand on William Wallace's head as he lets go of his rage, and his heart turns from hate to forgiveness. I think about such moments of kindness and compassion like that all the time. I think about them every day. I think that single act may be man's most amazing accomplishment on this Earth. I believe in the overwhelming goodness of most people. The gifts of love and kindness are forces that have the power to change and heal people. How we treat other people can and does change them; equally so, how we treat ourselves can change us.
I work hard to be a good person. It really depends on your world view, and how you define a person, but to me a person is not just the physical body, or the talk; to me a person is defined by their actions. And being social creatures, outside of our own useless self-image, the only proof that we exist resides in the minds of other people we change with our actions. So, I constantly ask myself, "How do I change people?" I want to change people for the better, and have my existence proved by the raised hands of the people I have met, who will say without doubt I have cared.
I credit my inner-strength, survival and love for other people to my Grandfather. He was a loving and affectionate man who taught me how to love others through example. He was the most important person in my life. He has passed away and I miss him dearly. When I was a child he would say, "come and give papa a kiss." I saw the love in his eyes. I would frequently swim in his pool on hot Southern summer days, and often times he would walk several acres from the main house to the pool, carrying a plate of crackers, summer sausage, smoked cheese and some iced pink lemonade for his Grandson. His love made all of the difference in the world to me. I have worked hard to heal my soul from the less fortunate experiences in my life, and have learned many lessons about compassion and forgiveness. I worked most of my life trying to find compassion and forgiveness for myself. I am happy and fulfilled now, but things were not always so.
Some little things about me are: I am constantly amazed at how creative and funny people can be. I like listening to people. I do not watch TV. I only sleep a few hours a night. I am a recluse, and sometimes go months without leaving the house. I believe all people are capable of great things. I am not a person of unlimited means. Like most people, I have worked very hard for everything I have, and my most valuable asset is my time, which I believe is one of the best things a person can own. Time to enjoy my family, time to learn, time to share with friends, time to enjoy life, and time to strive to make the lives of others more enjoyable.
Like most people, even the ones that don't know, I have been carried where I am by the currents of life. I have one oar in the water, and do what I can against the rushing forces that surround me, but I know that I am mostly just along for the ride.
