Sunday, July 31, 2022

Compliments Count - February 10, 2013

“Sometimes you need lines,

sometimes you need to let it flow.”

– Lindstrøm, U.B., Lessons from Taxi Cabs


The teacher from a small school had won an award and had been asked to give an acceptance speech.  When he got to the part where he thanked the people most meaningful in his life – he thanked the mailman behind the counter at the Penn State University Post Office…a fellow, by the way he had not really known that well.


According to the news report, “Mike the Mailman” (Mike Herr) has worked that mailroom since 1978.  Students and others stand in long lines for him for two reasons:


1.     To post a letter/package or buy stamps, and

2.     To engage his enthusiasm and positive attitude


The young teacher said, the small moments he engaged this man at the post office had been inspirational to him and had shaped his life.  It was Mike’s attitude that was a role model and inspired him.


The news report went on to say, some people come to buy stamps when they don’t need them, simply because Mike brightens their day – everyone gets an uplifting or joyful comment.


“Great looking shoes.” 
“Did you paint those nails yourself?  Nice job!”
“The wrapping on that package is excellent!”


When asked why, for more than three decades, people have been drawn to the Post Office and stand in sometimes long lines just to interact with him, Mike says he doesn’t really know…he is just being himself.  This is part of the magic…or rather the meaningful rhythm of the universe…finding and being oneself.


In a society filled with consumption and status, this fellow with little more than a smile and consistent appreciation for those in front of him…makes a difference.  There seems little doubt he does so for others, but he also makes a difference for himself.


Not just Mike…

This brings us to my friend Uffe and taxi drivers.  He and I have had conversations about how the small, unanticipated kindnesses make differences in people’s lives.  We have recounted to each other what they have meant to us. 


A few years ago, he began chatting with taxi drivers in Copenhagen where he works.  He asks them how it’s going…how long they have been driving…has it been a long day, and other things if he has a little more time.  He has heard many interesting stories, but what is even better is the way he feels after interacting with these folk.  Like Mike the Mailman, Uffe knows an important life secret. 


It has two parts.


The first …

We often sacrifice much in the way of our time to make ourselves appear more attractive to others through education, appearance, economic status, political loyalty, and more.  A lot of time and energy is spent on this.  It is amazing, however, what a small, unexpected word of kindness and edification toward another human being can do for their spirit…their moment of fatigue…their unspoken need to be appreciated.  This part of the secret must happen first – taking a moment to edify another human being…a ‘random act of kindness’ if you will.


Next!


The second…

The deal is this – and this is important.  We get a greater reward in the giving – in the language of business…a multiple!  Invest a dollar and get a percentage gain in the deal.  It makes sense, but there is an important criterion to make it actually work.  Unlike business, when we give in this context, it must be freely given from the heart, without an expectation of reward – a paradox, because the reward comes only when we are not seeking it.


Everything we do has at some level, ‘self’ interest involvement/motivation.  If it is one-sided, it is ‘selfish,’ where our interest is personal gain or attention.  One reason we often feel empty is that we expect a reward, not for excellence, but simply for doing - a ‘we deserve’ mindset.  In reality, we deserve nothing…nothing but the opportunity to act.  We receive according to what we give.  While it is true rewards and attention come from doing things purposefully to be seen or for attention, no prize will satisfy – the more we get, the more we want because that kind of reward does not fill the void, no matter how successful.  Some argue this is just the way the world works.  Uffe and I might disagree.


We understand there is a different kind of self-gain.  The kind that comes when giving simply because it feels right – not selfish, but selfless.  It is here, and only here where the secret can be fully realized.


My friend Uffe has learned from experience, the real return in life comes only when they first give of their spirit to another living creature.  Receiving on its own is not unpleasant, but it is not fully rewarding, for it is an event, and in some ways not satisfying.  Giving of oneself to another creates a dialogue of the human spirit…it becomes the great equalizer where what we do, where we’re from, the culture or gender we represent, all drift away as we find our common humanity.


Giving without expectation is the first step in the feedback loop of receiving…a conversation rather than a monologue…finding, even creating moments of common ground, is one of the deep and richest secrets of life.


Mike the mailman was asked ‘why’ he did this. He said he didn’t know; it was just the way he was.  That was the wrong question.  Ask my friend Uffe ‘why,’ and he might say a similar thing. 


The real question?  “Mike/Uffe, how does it make you feel when you do this?”  While the answer can only be surmised for Mike, Uffe would say, “I feel energized…connected…alive…a part of life…better.” 


Over the shoulder…

I am entering the final quarter of my life, and I suppose it is natural to ask questions that are more philosophic or spiritual in nature.  A large part of the journey now completed, there is a lifetime over which to reflect…mistakes made…lessons learned.


There is much for which I am grateful…many places I have seen that have caused wonder in my heart and elevated my soul…experiences never anticipated nor expected.  And yet, the thing that continues to gratify me the most are the small, unseen human interactions where the cables of life connect to another human being in short, intimate moments of edification.


If you take a few moments to reflect, I am confident you will have little trouble distinguishing between rewards sought for self, and rewards received from the human connection. Those brief moments when the invisible satellite channels of open communication link us with others is where life really happens. Dropping small pebbles of humanity into other’s lives create ripples that go, who knows where.  If they go no further than the two beating hearts connected in the moment – for me, it is enough.


On the other hand, those small ‘pebbles of life’ dropped into the mind of another might change everything about them…and us.




- ted

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Doing what they do - a cautionary tale

 “And the serpent said unto the woman, 

Ye shall not surely die;”

- Genesis 3:4 (Bible KJV)


This time of year, six a.m., is just before the sun pokes its head over the western slope of the Catalina Mountains. Getting out in the five a.m. colorless greys of the early morning permits one of the great wonders of life…the rising sun! On cloudless days, slowly emerging robin egg blue skies light the day. 

 

During the monsoon season, clouds coat the morning sky with mysterious shapes that are practically invisible. Almost imperceptibly, the underside of their pillowy softness reflects the sun's grand entrance preceded by brilliant colors that defy description. Despite the earth rolling toward the east at mind-bending speed, the appearance and shifting brilliant colors appear to slowly slip away into the full morning light. As the sixties poet Rod McKuen wistfully wrote: "Clouds are not the cheeks of angels you know, they are only clouds." Maybe so, but in my imagination, "…cheeks of angels…" understate the magnificence of the coming day!

 

I take the 5am to 6am time to read, sitting in the back yard…waiting for the show. It is life-affirming to be present in the early morning when the world begins yet once again.

 

Our little back yard, and smaller front yard, are desert landscapes. Some Barrel Cacti, Chuparosa, a Desert Spoon, a couple of Desert Willows, a Mexican Primrose, and a Texas Ranger (just outside the camera range). 


Despite our desert and heat-resistant plant life, we try to provide small amounts of water. Once a week or so, in the cooler early morning hours, we fill unglazed terra cotta pots called Ollas (Oi-yas) buried in the ground. The terra cotta ‘weeps water’ into the soil at a steady rate providing moisture. Native Americans used them to irrigate crops to minimize water waste. It is an efficient way to ensure the yard remains healthy during the hot summers. There are five Ollas in the backyard and one in the front.



A few weeks ago, after finishing the back yard, I headed to the front. In that small space reside couple of young armless Saguaros. They have not yet grown arms with 'hands in the air' for which the Sonoran Desert is known. There are also some Mexican Fence Posts and an Orange Bell.

It was still a bit dusky as I began filling the Olla from a hose attached to the side of the house. It was about half-full when I glanced under the Orange Bell. I'm not sure why I did, but when I did, I saw a rattle snake curled up and looking straight at me. At first, I thought it might be sleeping in the cooler morning air, but in my 'instant frozen about to freak-out state,' I noticed its tongue probing the air in my direction.

 


We've lived in the desert for nine years. Besides an occasional snake on the bike paths or in cages, I have never been close to a rattler.

 

We've also taken classes on what to do if you encounter a rattlesnake in the desert. The best thing, of course, is to make sure to stay at a distance, learning they can only strike half the length of their bodies. Frighteningly, I was well within range. 


It was one of those instant heart-pounding, nasal passage-clearing, mortal fear moments. All I wanted to do, as flight or fight hormones surged through me, was to jump up and run away. But I knew that thing could strike a lot faster than my seventy-five-year-old body could get up and go. It was all I could to put the hose gently down, slowly stand, and back away, praying it wouldn’t strike. I did – it didn’t! 

 

In an Aesop fable, a farmer saves a frozen snake only to be bitten by it. When the farmer asked why, the snake replied, "...because it's what I do..."


The fire department here offers snake relocation services. When called, they come, capture and release them to the desert. 


I was grateful the call was to them, not emergency services, for a ride to the hospital.


The next morning, in the grey morning light, I was a little more grateful to see the sun come once again...

 

- ted