Connecting with Our Fellow Man

a young bot at a table with two adults on their smart phones referenceing connecting with our fellow manMichelle has had it up the yin-yang with the general behaviour of the masses. Everybody is on their own mission and that seems to be the only mission that matters. The gentle art of connecting to our fellow man is getting lost, as we are plugged in, texting, yakking into the blue, (via a thin wire running from pocket to ear), racing to important meetings and blah, blah, blah. True, my husband almost got knocked to the ground, by a woman charging from the commuter train to her car last week, like she was gong for that all important touchdown. Get out of my way!! So, yeah, I’ve had it too. Inspired by Michelle’s approach, I am joining her, in taking back the streets (and parks and sidewalks and stores and malls…), one conscious act at a time.

Call it a revolution, if you will. Call it hell no, we won’t go… into a state of disconnect from the world around us. We are going to make eye contact with you. We are going to smile and say hello. We are going to treat you like somebody we care about, even if we’ve never met. Yup, we’re getting tough!

Standing near an older gentleman in the supermarket, Michelle had an urge to pay for his groceries. Please understand that this was no way couched in any pious, righteous or smug tone of superiority. She just had “a feeling”. When, in fact, his credit card was denied, she stepped forward and gently offered to buy his groceries. “You can’t do that!” he exclaimed. “But sir, I can. Would you please allow me?” Inspirational, right?

I don’t know that I’m about to buy somebody else’s groceries, just now. (though you never know). But I can hand them their shopping cart while they’re waiting for me to get out of the way. I can laugh with them, when they make a social blunder or I do!

Connecting with Our Fellow Man, Being Aware

One day, while trying to manoeuvre my car into an awkward parking space, I was a little miffed with a woman who was blithely walking through the busy lot, yammering away on her cell phone, oblivious to the fact that everybody was on hold until she got out of the way. Grrrr, I wanted to SAY SOMETHING! Then I recognized her…oh! She was a friend and suddenly all the steam in me, evaporated. Ah, it’s Marie, oh well then, that’s okay! Seriously, have you done that? It says something, doesn’t it? If it’s a stranger, they’re a dick. If it’s somebody you know, it’s a whole ‘nother story. Same behaviour, different perspective.

Not because we are bigger or better, in any way, but because we are aware, we can make a difference. At the end of the day, it all comes down to how you sleep at night. Was there a moment you shone a little light on somebody else’s path? A connection? Thank you, Michelle, for shining your light on mine.

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