I
recently had some very moving experiences which I feel to share.
I
was returning from a trip to Florida where I visited my brother and his family
and the trip was experiential beyond my expectations on many levels. It left me with many realizations and shifted
belief system views which have changed me in very positive ways.
I
travelled with my mother and my 6 year old daughter who are both my steady
rocks in times of turbulence and change.
The wisdom of my mother guides me in so many ways and the pure truth
that comes from my daughter brings clarity beyond her years. Although I am my daughters guide and her
mother, I trust her views and ask her opinion often. She gives me incredible insight from her
child’s mind which see’s with purity and clear vision.
When
we were crossing over between the east and west coasts we had to transfer
planes in Dallas Texas, the Hub airport of DFW – Dallas Fort Worth
Airport. The terminal is really
something spectacular. One takes a tram
around a large figure eight to get to different terminals and each terminal is
laden with shops, restaurants and extreme architecture that one feel as though
one is in a spaceship or transport machine from out of this world.
My
mother was using the restroom and Thea, my daughter, and I were filling up my
water bottle at the water fountain outside the restrooms. An elderly woman walked up and didn’t know
where the button was to push to make the water come out. I showed her without words, and she smiled at
me in gratitude. As she lifted her tiny
little water bottle up to the spigot, it was then I noticed that she was
shaking. Her Parkinson ’s disease made
it so it was very difficult for her to steady the bottle for the water to make
it in the opening. I offered her help
and she declined. She kept trying to do
it herself, but her hand was shaking so badly that only small bits of water
were getting in. I offered again and
said “It’s OK, I can help you.” She let
me help her and said to stop before the ¾ mark because she didn’t want that
much. I stopped when she told me to and I
gave her back her little bottle. She
thanked me as she twisted the lid on to the bottle. I replied “You are welcome. It’s ok, I
understand.” We nodded at each other and
I saw light in her eyes. We made a
connection. She slowly walked away.
My
mother came out of the restroom and we went to eat some lunch. While we were waiting for our lunch, I asked
to look at the tickets and saw we they were boarding the plane then so we got
the food to go and quickly made our way to the plane.
My
mother boarded first as she was in the first wave called. Thea and I were in the last wave. We were seated separately from my mother in
this last leg to SFO from DFW. I
wondered if there was going to be a way to switch with someone so we could sit
together.
As
we entered the plane, after the tunnel walk toward the door, we made our way
down the aisle, looking at the numbers on the overhead bins for our seat. An extremely large man was seated in the
aisle seat next to our seats. My mother
was one row forward from there in a center seat to the left of us. To her left was a woman and to her right on
the aisle was a very tall man with long legs.
After
we settled in and got all of our things situated, I gently asked the man if he
would be open to moving so that we could sit together with my mom. He said that he could not sit in a center or
window seat – it would have to be an aisle.
I realized that it would be too much to ask the tall man to not have an
aisle.
I
replied to the man next to me: “It’s OK, I understand…” I could tell when I walked up initially that
he felt so uncomfortable in his large body crammed into the airplane seat. His belly was overflowing out the side, over
the arm rests and his chest was pushed up into his chin so he looked like an
overstuffed bag. It looked painful.
I
sat next to him and put Thea at the window.
After
the plane was in the air and leveled off nicely, Thea asked to use the restroom. When we returned I raised the arm rest
between him and me and asked him if this was OK and he said “Yes”.
When
the movie came on, I moved Thea to the center seat so she could see the screen
better. I could see him relax as Thea
sat there taking up barely any room at all in her little skinny 6 year old
body. After the film, she moved back to
the window to sleep on my lap before we landed.
It was late and the jet lag was upon us.
These
two stories highlighted for me an important message. Everyone is struggling with something; seen
or unseen. Some people have insecurities
they hide behind a fake smile. Some
peoples struggle is more visible. If we
garnish a more UNDERSTANDING attitude bringing in compassion for others regardless
of their plight, we would live in a much more peaceful world; a world where
everyone felt UNDERSTOOD and HONORED in the moment, whatever stage of their
story that they were experiencing.
In
doing this for others, the broken and unattended to places within us would get
recognition and heal too, because if we are all connected and ONE, then surely
these things would affect the collective in some healing fashion.
To
become mindful and practice compassion in our daily lives, not just with
strangers, but with our families; the ones we are used to, the ones we take for
granted that they will be there and love us anyway, is the test. To transfer the talk to the walk and into the
daily routine is the real test.
I understand...
~*~