As I drove on, pressed against time, I was already preparing my defense. In my head, I saw myself in a TV courtroom pleading my own case like a seasoned lawyer, “Members of the jury, here stands an innocent man!” It didn’t work.
Finally, “just do it”; but, don’t expect a reward, recognition or even a “thank you”. It’s a funny thing about human nature in resenting help: perceived charity is hard to swallow. Sometimes you stand alone – it’s okay.
Thanking me, she picked up her valuables and left – leaving me with the feeling that I was the one out of touch.
As the late cultural chef, Anthony Bourdain, advised, “Don’t be afraid of random acts of hospitality… be open, without judgement or fear. Walk in their shoes, or at least eat their food. It’s a plus for everybody.”
Images of people here say it all: the walking of pets – with water bowls set out like sparkling diamonds in the sun, the smiling faces over cups of coffee, the joggers and bicyclists breezing on through, moms and dads walking strollers… a positive vibe … a more peaceful, inclusive, welcoming world.
I asked him what it feels like to be “world-class.” But, I could tell he was uncomfortable with comparisons.
You’d think – since we’re older every day – with age comes wisdom. Sadly, this isn’t always true. Yet, we can often learn from each other’s experiences. So, let me be the bad example: I learn the hard way.
He was the gardener of our lives – pruning here; nurturing there. When he died, it left a huge hole in our lives, where a great … not perfect … man once lived.
I was reminded how we, on a good day, can replace fear with love; cynicism with hope; and tolerance with acceptance.
We know that we all began as newcomers and there’s no seniority with citizenship. There are short-term costs. But, how many would trade places with people having no future?