The guy obviously doesn't know my professional background--military and civilian--education, current trade and responsibilities, nor the social circles I orbit within (or have orbited in my past). That's why he laughs at the notion that I shake hands with entertainers, world leaders from American Presidents to Saudi Royalty, sports icons, religious leaders of supposed high repute, astronauts, engineers, members of the Mars Rover Mission, writers, you name it. He calls that a mental disorder but I assure you, lifting Stephen Hawking into a G450 is not delusion--it is hard work involving dozens of people and I have done it repeatedly.
So what?
I hold an Apostle in higher esteem than any of the Presidents I have made laugh or shaken hands with.
But the picture on my desk from one of my moonwalker friends is real, as is the hardcover publisher copy of my first novel, neither of which matter. Both will be dust and "there will be no remembrance" (Eccl 1).