The other morning a friend and I went out to share some time and a cup of warm tea. There was a woman sitting next to us who was clearly unhappy and acting rude — to not only the waitress, but also to us. As we sat there my friend starting getting disturbed at this woman’s behavior. My friend looked at me and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t getting upset as well. Trust me — many moments I am sure I would have been even more frustrated or upset as my friend — but I was having one of those rather “zen” days — you know, the days where you seem to be able to see the perfection in everything going on around you.
I looked at my friend and told her that I had to wonder what happened in this woman’s life that was making her so unhappy. It was obvious she was just having a really bad day. The experience opened up a conversation between my friend and I around the subject of unhappiness. We were exploring the concept that unhappiness doesn’t just happen.
During our conversation I shared a story about when my father died. I remember this exchange like yesterday. It hadn’t even been 48 hours since my Dad’s unexpected passing. I had to get something at the store — and for the life of me I couldn’t remember what I walked into the store wanting to get. I sat there dazed in line as the cashier impatiently looked at me and told me how inconsiderate I was for standing in line with nothing to buy. I looked at her, apologized — and walked away with tears streaming down my face. The woman had no idea of the details of my life that day, but I have to believe that if she did, she would have had a touch of compassion compared to that which she showed to me that afternoon.
When it came time to pay our bill, my friend grabbed the tab. Much to my surprise, she asked our waitress if she could pay for that other woman’s meal. I was taken back by the gesture of kindness offered by my friend. I asked her why she decided to pay for the woman’s meal and she said, “Whatever happened to that woman in her life must have made her doubt that love and kindness really exists — and I want to plant a seed and let her know that it truly does.”
Everyday I wake up, I am ever-so-curious as to what insight and heart awakening interactions will occur during the upcoming day. They are always happening if we are willing to pay attention. It seems the sole purpose of our lives is to give us opportunities to love and be loved. Isn’t this so?
May our lives continue to inspire each other a little bit more and more everyday.
From my Heart to yours,
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