{ Wednesday, March 15, 2006 }
A tug on the line, a friend said once, is one of life's core feelings (or moments or essences or ephiphanies); it's present everywhere from AOL's old You've Got Mail alert to your number getting called at the deli counter. Likewise the hand holding a held hand in bhikku's photograph of Jacques Monod. Most of us don't like seeking help for anything, and hopefully rarely need it, but how strange and wonderful when another person steps out of the blur of unseen human faces and helps us (the stranger who saw I was anxious and late and let me go ahead on the airport security line; the stranger who gave me $20 after my wallet was stolen so I could get home).
LINK | 2:30 PM | TB
I like your story. I'm sure she noticed.
I visited New York city once and saw a 30ish woman crying and crying on the street, so I ran into a flower shop, bought a rose and gave it to her. For a brief time, you just feel for the person and want to tell them you care.
Anon Two | March 16, 2006 10:28 PMLately I've been reading about Naikan, the Japanese treatment for neurosis, in which the patient calculates how many meals his mother, however flawed she might be by psychoanalytic standards, has cooked for him.
nice post.
I especially enjoyed your pointer to the pic.
Thanks.
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I live for these little opportunities to lend a helping hand. The other day at the Urgent Care (doc in a box) center, a young woman was in obvious pain. Her mom was there with her and was just being such a jerk - ignoring the girl totally. I got called first, and I let her go before me. I just felt like she needed to know someone noticed and cared. I hope I helped in some small way.
Anon for this one | March 16, 2006 9:32 AM