My New Yorker came out the other day.
It wasn’t pretty. In fact, it was downright unbecoming.
Not that the lady didn’t spark it.
I was just wrapping up my 4-mile walk, passing by an underground garage, when I heard a car horn honk one second, and the next, I was staring at a vehicle peeling out of said garage.
Of course, my first reaction was to throw up my arms and say “What the hell!” Which would’ve been fine. But when the lady started screaming at me – me! – FOR BEING SO STUPID, well, that’s when my unflattering side peeked through.
I’ve learned a lot in my 60 years on this earth. One of the greatest lessons is that power doesn’t come from hateful words.
We are all connected, us humans. I believe we’ve forgotten that. And we’ve forgotten that we’re connected to nature too.
I’m going to try and take a different path. When things get rough, I’m gonna channel this rainbow. It has real power. It has real love. And you can heal the world with those two things.
Next time I encounter an unconscious sister, instead of reciprocating with horrible words that are so easy to come by, I’m stepping into the power of that rainbow and beaming kindness her way.
Kindness overrules mean, and mean isn’t getting us anywhere.
Don’t cringe: These are a few lines from the Grateful Dead’s, Blow Away, that speak to what I’m trying to say:
I want real love
Gimme real love, real love
Real, real, real, real love
So, thank you lady, for the reminder.
Man, you don’t know how hard it was to say that last sentence, and, to call her a lady. Sucks to be me.
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