Three Moments Today
Emotional things. Three experiences today.
The first… a young lady from my dorm was tiptoeing around the room, trying to open a door that was stuck. She kept moving the handle from vertical (closed) to horizontal (open), but nothing happened. I walked over and said, “Horizontal… and pull. Hard.”
She did. It opened.
“I’m getting hormonal,” she said. And I could feel, in the way she said it, that she truly believed that was what was happening.
So I stepped closer, gave her a hug, and held her for a moment.
Then I guided her into a grounding exercise.
“I am powerful.”
“Nothing is bigger than me.”
“I’ve got this.”
She repeated it. You could feel the shift almost immediately. It was light. Simple. Real.
We had only met a day ago. I had connected with her when she spoke about conspiracy theories, about her dad being a believer, a hippie, and her mom having gone in the complete opposite direction. And her? She stood somewhere in between. A hippie in her own way. Seeing both sides.
“It’s always about the money anyway,” she had said.
And somehow, that helped me let go a little too. Of caring too much about the weight of money and power in the world. Being able to let go just a little more..
The second…
At work. Counting down the last ten seconds until 10pm, like we always do.
At one second before closing… the phone rings.
I pick it up.
The case was a woman who had called in multiple times today to my collegue and i heared his side of it..
She had made a booking that turned out differently than she expected. I calculated the difference for her. €22.50.
We spoke for 18 minutes.
I asked her what upset her so much. It wasn’t really the money. It felt like expectations of herself. She kept circling the same story, repeating it, trying to make sense of it.
Eventually, I told her to take some rest. To sleep on it. To call back tomorrow if she still had questions.
She kept repeating.
So I gently closed it. Told her it was closing time and I was heading home.
Less light than the first experience...
And then… the closing of the night.
Walking home.A young man screaming at an older man in front of a store. My first instinct was to avoid that side of the street.
But then I saw her.. A young woman, holding a baby, crying. So I walked toward her instead.
“Are you okay?” She wiped her tears and answered me in English. I greeted the baby. The angry man walked past us, got into a car, sat there.
“Is that your man?” I asked. “Are you going in the car with him?”
“Supposedly,” she said. We both laughed.
“It will be okay,” I told her.
I opened the back door, asked if that’s where the baby’s seat was. She strapped the baby in. And then suddenly—the car jerked forward. She screamed.
He had left the car in gear.
He got out, explained. Still in his anger, not really aware of what was happening around him.
I started talking to him.
Asked about the baby. How old she was. His voice softened as he answered.
Rubbing her back the lady was crying as she finished strapping in the bay. I rubbed her back and said “It’s okay. It was an accident.”
What a mess we can create in relationships.
She got in, told him off for smoking in the car, and settled herself. I helped her with the seatbelt, closed the door.
And again—the car jerked forward. They drove off, the car jerked forward nearly missing another car coming up behind him. He corrected. Turned left. Still not fully present. Still somewhere else.
I stood there for a moment.
I sent something with them. Calm. Presence. Maybe something more.
By the time I got back to my room, I felt… he had calmed down. That something shifted. That he apologized. and was thinking about his actions..
Earlier today I heard about the closing of Brussel train station because of suspicious bags.
Fear. Tension. Reactions.
And here we are, in the middle of it all.
As I said goodbye to them, I told them:
“Drink water. And remember how precious life is.”
I felt it landed.
What matters more… your ego, your anger… or a child just beginning her life?
And now I’m here. In bed. Writing this.
Because the world is in need.
And we are present.
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