Right here. Right
In my office nearly two decades ago, a blue-collar man and I
were speaking about gratefulness. He stated, “Many times I think about how
amazing it is that I landed in the time period and the place where I am now.” He
continued, “Like we could’ve been born in a different country. We could’ve been
born in Europe during World War II. But for some reason we landed in New
Jersey. Born after that war. Now that’s lucky.”
I concurred. “I think about that a lot. Like what are the
chances that you and I weren’t born in Haiti, in the 1950’s? We could’ve landed anywhere, anytime, any
place. We could’ve been poorer. We could’ve been the wrong religion for the
time period. Anything, could’ve been. Right?”
He acquiesced, “Yeah. It all still fascinates me.”
As this conversation had taken place all those years ago, I
still think like this every day of my life. It brings me to a point, where I
know that I must acknowledge what I have. What possibilities there are in the
next few seconds, minutes, hours, perhaps days that someone else in the world is
born. Right here. Right now, in what some of us would consider the wrong time,
the wrong place, even what some of us would consider being born an unpopular
nationality, religion, and so forth.
I ask myself, nearly everyday, ‘What are the chances? What
are the chances we are born in that perfect place and time? Is it that, for
some Divine intention that we are planted, whether by deep intimate spiritual
prior request? Or perhaps by a journey intended to cleanse the world?’ Or, as I’ve had thoughts many times, ‘Why do I
feel the way I feel, and react with compassion and deep-caring, when others don’t?
Is it that, they have disregarded anyone else’s existence as important, other
than their own?’ Or is it just the way humans have not evolved, when I sense we
should have. Not just as a collective. Yet, individually, without fear.
I know we are all given gifts. Trust me, we all receive them.
Are we acknowledging them? And if we aren’t, what happens then? My thinking is,
that those gifts are lost. They are stolen from the world. I think that there
is a heavy price to pay from each one of us, if we throw away those gifts we
are afraid to share.---Jody-Lynn Reicher