Making A Difference - A Spiritual Story

I have a couple of completely alternative realities when it comes to making a difference. One of them was a story of assumptions, and both embarrassing and perhaps could hit your funny bone, while the other is more heartwarming and perhaps inspirational.

The first one occurred when I was living on Maui, and I frequently went to a gym to workout. They sometimes provided sponsored snacks at that gym like a slice of pizza and other similar yummy temptations. On this day, I’d completed my workout and there was a table filled with boxes of bagels and tubs of cream cheese, with plastic knives to spread that deliciousness. I grabbed a couple of bagels and a dollop of cheese, leaving the gym.

I immediately saw what seemed to be a homeless, scruffy, long haired, sad eyed man sitting on the bench outside, and feeling compassionate, imagining his plight, I offered him one of the bagels. He looked up at me standing in front of him, and politely shook his head, telling me he was about to step into the gym, to claim his own bagel if he wished. I felt really silly and quite embarrassed, that I’d assumed based on his look, that he was in need, when actually he was just your average surfing dude, who was going to step into his own workout space and stay in shape. I got in the car, where I busted up laughing at my own assumption, and my not well thought out attempt to make a difference.

A sweet story came about with a lady I had gone to visit to massage and pamper her, on several occasions, who was wheelchair bound. She finally fell out of bed, while trying to make her home lovely for a daughter that was due to visit her, after several years of estranged behavior. The daughter came to the door when I showed up, and she was wearing her mother’s jewelry, and wouldn’t let me in, telling me her mother was in the hospital. I visited her there and she was truly tearful, letting me know that her daughter was leaving and had made sure she stayed in hospital so that she could take what she wanted. I felt so sad and knew I had to help get her help.

My darling mum and I found a sweet, small care home that had one space just for her. She stepped into a welcome party, where they celebrated her with a meal of all her favorite foods. They had done their homework and treated her with the love her daughter had not provided. It was heartwarming and they were going to make a difference to her life for the remaining time she had.

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