This time of year giving and unselfish acts increase because that is the nature of the season (or should be).That’s good. I say that this is the “nature” we should have ALL year-long though. And, it is all too true that this time of year makes people crazy, angry and stressed out and, even uncaring. Wrapped up in the rush and “busyness” of the holidays. That is not good. But it happens.
I saw a man yesterday, sitting on a bench, in the rain/sleet/snow/wind, with an old, army style jacket over his head. I could not see his face. He was obviously homeless and in despair. No one would sit there, in that cold, dismal weather, if they had a warm place to go to.
He was not begging. He was not even awake, from what I could see. Yet, he was there and people, this was at lunch time in downtown Colorado Springs, passed him seemingly oblivious to this human being. As if he did not exist. Hoping perhaps that “someone” would come along and “help” this “poor man”. But, apparently that “someone” was not them.
I was deeply moved by this scene…
I had to be at a business lunch meeting and it was right across the street from where he was. I stopped and sat down next to him. He did not move. I wondered if he was okay…lots of thoughts going through my head. Would he be angry if I woke him up? What if he was dead? What if he became violent? So, I did what was right. What I HAD to do. I spoke to him. Nothing. I talked a bit louder. Nothing. So I nudged him. The mass that was him, all huddled up, cold and not wanting to look out from underneath his hiding place moved. He slowly took the jacket down. He looked at me, I looked into eyes that held so much. The eyes do that. They hold the truth of the soul.
He did not say anything so I asked him if we was okay. He looked at me. I am in my Hermes wool and leather overcoat and an Ermenegildo Zegna wool-and-cashmere suit. He is in jeans and a sweatshirt, his jacket is around his head. I could tell he was not sure what I was about. Maybe thinking “What the hell was this guy doing stopping here in the cold when no one else was?” But I HAD to stop. I know “someone” in my past that had “stopped” for me once. It made all the difference in the world to me. I would not be here today if that had not happened….
He said, “I’m okay, sir, thanks for asking”.
“Thanks for asking”, he said!
Wow! I am tearing up just thinking about again…
At the time I just choked up. Not really sure what to say to that. He had a thick beard and there were obvious issues with his teeth. He was disheveled and dirty. To be honest he smelled. Bad. Yet, all the Love that was inside of me just poured out. I remembered my own personal story. That makes it easy to love and care about someone in this state.
I loved this man at that moment with all that my heart had to offer. It did not matter why he was there or what his story was. He was a man, a human being, just like me. Yes, just like me. I won’t tell you what I did for him because this is not about me. But, I did as much as I possibly could for him, grateful that I could help.
I hope that the most important thing I gave to him was love and a bit of encouragement to push past this, to find his heart again. I like to think so but that part is not up to me. I know that I gained from this encounter and from the hundreds of others I have had in my life-like this. I hope he did too.
I am always giving to others. Not for my ego or for compliments. It is just my nature. I believe it is everyone’s true nature. We are at our best when we are giving, or loving. And, after all, isn’t that what “Love” really is? Giving of “self” to others? Giving love to others without conditions is, I believe, our highest calling. It brings into the world a power so great that anything is possible. I believe that. 1000%…
Much Love to All,