Tag: charity

The Lesson of Some.

There’s a young man who waits at the bus stop each day; short in stature, though quite tall in spirit.

He’s taken the task of watching over, ensuring each child may stand without worry. “Do you have enough lunch money,” he’ll ask without a moment’s pause, dipping into his own pockets to ensure all might have some.

At just 11 years old, he’s developed a connection deeper than those twice his age.

If you ask him ‘why’, he’ll answer ‘because’. Though, those of us who know understand there’s more to that story.

His mother had been diagnosed with a glioblastoma, a highly aggressive and typically incurable form of brain cancer. Early into her treatment, his father filed for divorce leaving the majority of home responsibility squarely upon this then 9 year old’s shoulders.

He did without, for a long while until a classmate took note. “You can have mine,” she smiled, pushing her bag across the table. It was the first bit of food he’d had in 2 days. Afterwards, she approached a counselor at the school, “No one should go without,” she said. “Everyone should have some.”

From that moment on, the community banded together – offering car rides and house cleanings and home made dinners. We all worked together because one of us had none, vowing never again to lose connection with our neighbors.

Eventually, a relative learned of her circumstances – flying in immediately to ensure the young man’s care.

Can you imagine facing so much at such an early age? Not only did this young man ensure, he found the means to rise above – and this lesson of community serves him to this day.

“Do you have enough,” he asks of yet another running behind.

Because no one should go without while others still have some.

A little something to consider, my loves…

In peace…

Namaste ❤

As We Do Unto Others.

I remember once many years meeting a young woman living on the streets.

Her face had been worn through this experience of life, and yet – her eyes held a fascinating glint.

“Someday,” she smiled. “I’m going to have a house of my own. But first, I have to help out my friend.”

She pointed to a makeshift shelter by the roadside; a shelter comprised mostly of another person’s trash. The rain had caused the cardboard to warp, threatening to expose the frailty of life inside.

“I need to find a tarp just about this big,” she motioned with her hands. “When that’s done, then I’ll go home,” she winked.

We spent the next several hours reinforcing the bits of cardboard with an old tarp we’d found by the railway. Using extra ropes, we fashioned an actual ‘working’ front door.

As I’d only $20 left in my pocket, I had to promise I’d return to check on the old man’s welfare. And, I have ever since – carrying clothing, coffee and goodies in exchange for the delight of his stories.

Each time I visit, I think of the young woman who thought more of another than her own simple needs. In the months leading up to her departure, we had been working to reunite her with family – in the hopes that she might one day piece remnants of her seemingly shattered life.

I had mistakingly viewed her as vulnerable and weak – though, didn’t she end up teaching me a thing or two.

“It’s the every time doing,” she used to say. “That’s what God intended.”

To this day, I carry her ‘every time’ with me, always.

When I think of her, I’m reminded of the venerable Mother Teresa, who once said:

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”

Yes, we belong to one another, my loves – not just once in a while, but throughout every single moment.

And,

No matter how ‘poor’, we always have something to give.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

The Power Within Ome Reaching Hand.

Oh, yes ~ my loves. How true indeed…can’t you see?

The inspiration for making this world brighter is right there within one glorious, reaching hand.

Remind yourself as you go about your day; take a moment to yield to another being’s vision.

Know that this life if far more than one fleeting frustration, and the world is made whole through symbiosis not separation.

In the end, it’s not so much the number of prayers given that defines our happiness, rather more so – it is the number we answer that matters most of all.

Let today mark the beginning of another’s answered prayers.

Namaste, my dearest loves ~ on this day, remember to ‘reach’.

❤️

This Gift of Talking Story.

I watched an elderly man outside a coffee shop this morning. His clothes were tattered and worn with age, though his eyes still hinted at joy.

“Beautiful morning,” he smiled and winked, then waited for a pause in passersby. As the last of the foot traffic called out their orders – “One triple, Venti, half-sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato” – I saw him make his way to the bins.

“Ugh, will you look at that,” a young woman sneered. “Picking through trash and bringing down our property values.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just overheard. How could anyone prioritize property value over that a precious human life?

I pushed my way through to the counter, ordering a hot sandwich and coffee ‘to go’. As I passed the young woman I paused to say, “Everyone has something to share.”

We talked for nearly an hour, he and I – his eyes glimmering in sharing the tale of his once magnificent life. His voice softened as he sipped the last of his coffee, “I held her hand and watched her die. She was the love of my life. After that…”

His voice trailed off.

We always think we know, my loves. Through slivered glance we cast our opinion, all the while missing the ‘story.’

And, yet? We’ve the audacity to wonder what’s wrong with this world.

My darlings, through awareness we find peace – yes, this is true. Though, it is humility that enables our purpose.

As we witness the trials and challenges of another, we must never view ourselves as higher. For no one is ever without the need for kindness and compassion, and this life is ripe with opportunity to share our love.

And, but for the simplicity of these moments right here – we might never know the true value of their journey.

I reached into my purse to hand him some money. He threw his hands on protest and smiled, “Your presence is gift enough.”

How ironic that this man who seemingly had nothing in this world, provided me the gift of feeling of value.

A little something to consider on this day ~ to pass by, or to pause and reflect. The choice is always yours, my loves.

Namaste ❤️

Is There a Catalyst for Human Kindness?

[blockquote source=”Ralph Waldo Emerson”]”It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself… Serve and thou shall be served.”[/blockquote]

There’s an elderly man who sits at the corner each day, his clothes worn to nearly threadbare – showing well the signs of suffering through all these years.

He sits atop an abandoned milk crate, waiting desperately for any act of kindness that will help to ease his pain. And, in his trembling hands – a sign which reads,

“Disabled war veteran. Seeking Human Kindness. God Bless.”

Come on, humanity, I secretly plead; but one by one, the cars slip away – leaving far behind them, the opportunity to make a change.

When I was a little girl, we always kept an extra place at the table – a tradition I maintain, still to this day. And, it doesn’t ever matter how tired I may feel – there’s always a space for strangers to become friends. Growing up, I thought it customary of all families. I can’t begin to tell you the disappointment I felt when I learned that this was, indeed, not the case.

I’ve often wondered what it might take to globally deepen our capacity for empathy? To broaden this circle of shared compassion, and raise the spiritual generosity of all human beings?

Is there a catalyst for loving-kindness?

The Buddha taught that our giving should be separate from the ‘reward.’ That we should give freely, and without attachment to either the gift or the recipient. In this way, the practice of giving helps to release the propensity towards greed and self-clinging.

And, there are many ways to give. We may give of our material possessions – offering food for the hungry, or clothing for the poor. We may give of our heart – offering patience, understanding and warmth when it’s needed most of all. We might also give of our time – offering a moment of service to a man holding a sign.

When the Buddha taught of compassion, he asked, “Now who here is capable of understanding my teachings?” And, when he saw a poor leper sitting amongst the assembly, he remarked, “Ah, yes, this is the person who may best understand.”

There’s much to be said of this passage. Indeed, it is often those seemingly most impoverished, who hold the greatest potential for humanity.

And, yet – all too often, we pass them by; fearful, perhaps, that our involvement may never be enough. Or, maybe “it’s our propensity to be bothered in the first place.

it’s our propensity to be bothered in the first place.  – See more at: http://www.eomega.org/learning-paths/body-mind-spirit-meditation-spirituality/life-without-the-story-line#sthash.083adk7F.dpuf
it’s our propensity to be bothered in the first place.  – See more at: http://www.eomega.org/learning-paths/body-mind-spirit-meditation-spirituality/life-without-the-story-line#sthash.083adk7F.dpuf

There’s no denying, something happens when we meet someone in need. For some, it is a call to action – while, for others, it illicits a terrifying fear.

But, what is the basis of this fear?

Sometimes, there is no rational explanation; often, we are triggered by past memories and emotions – deeply ingrained within our ‘habit of reaction.’

In which case, maybe this fear stems from an unwillingness to embrace our own vulnerabilities?

But, as the Buddha so eloquently stated, in giving – we begin to release ourselves from suffering. It is this charity, which becomes the basis of our own spiritual freedom.

How silly we are, then, to pity the plight of others, when we are potentially the ones most needing ‘change.’

A little something to consider, my friends ~ that a single act of charity, may become the catalyst for a much needed global awakening.

Namaste.