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| Taken on one of my hikes and chosen for this post as the two open flowers somehow represent the old, as they've been open for a while and the new blossom is representative of the new - full of promise, waiting to bask in the sun! The old is still beautiful and worthy of being photographed but the new is associated with so much expectation, promise and beauty! As the old is so much more visible and dominant, one almost overlooks the new that is right there, under your nose! |
In the last two days I received two very different messages from different sources but somehow they are so connected and represent such a clear message, that I felt compelled to stitch them together with words and share it with whoever happens to come across this little part of my world.
The first message was this. Scientists have concluded that 'now' consists of exactly five seconds. So every five seconds of our lives we are handed a brand new 'now'. So think about this - in our lifetimes we are handed a gazillion 'now's' and yet, if you are like me, how often do we remain stuck in our past lives?
To just bring this concept home in a very real way, a friend told me about the clock that she has on her wall at home - rather than it being numbered from one to twelve, the word 'now' has been printed on it twelve times instead.
How perfect. And how spot on!
Somehow this got me thinking and I'm going to work very hard at making that my goal in life. Live in the now - all the stuff that we carry along gets so heavy at times, the energy that is needed to deal with old stuff is so much better spent on the 'now' things!
Planning a camino all these months ahead of time certainly is embracing that concept, so I've realised that I am well and truly on my way to living a 'now' life. Planning positive things for one's own future is certainly one way of ensuring that your future 'now's' are indeed worth looking forward to!
This morning another friend forward me the following piece and it made me realize how important the living-in-the-now concept really is. These two messages are indeed connected and has certainly ensured that I for one have taken more than a few minutes to reflect.
The
Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes
I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.
After
a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a
print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940's
movie.
By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.
There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and
glassware.
'Would you carry my bag
out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then returned to assist the
woman.
She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.
She kept
thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I
told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother to be
treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good
boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the
shortest way,' I answered
quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she
said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a
hospice.
I looked in the rear-view
mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a soft
voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very
long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the
meter.
'What route would you like me
to take?' I asked.
For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator.
We drove through the
neighborhood where she and her husband had lived
when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in
front of a furniture warehouse that had once
been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a
girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow
in front of a particular building or corner and
would sit staring into the darkness, saying
nothing.
As the first hint of sun was
creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired. Let's go now'.
We drove in
silence to the address she had given me. It was
a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a
portico.
Two orderlies came out to
the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
Solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I
opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a
wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?'
She asked, reaching into her
purse.
'Nothing,' I
said
'You have to make a living,' she
answered.
'There are other
passengers,' I responded.
Almost
without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She
held onto me tightly.
'You gave an
old woman a little moment of joy,' she
said.
'Thank you.'
I squeezed her
hand, and then walked into the dim morning
light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound
of the closing of a life..
I didn't
pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove
aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had
gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift?
What
if I had refused to take the run, or had honked
once, then driven away?
On a quick
review, I don't think that I have done anything
more important in my life.
We're
conditioned to think that our lives revolve
around great moments.
But great
moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small
one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM
FEEL.
You won't get any big surprise
in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But,
you might help make the world a little kinder
and more compassionate by sending.
it on and
reminding us that often it is the random acts of
kindness that most benefit all of
us.
Thank you, my
friend...
Life
may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
are here we might as well dance.
Well, I thought that was food for thought! I hope to be grabbing all those precious 'now's' that I'm being blessed with and live them to the fullest! Anything else would be such a waste!
