I attended a luncheon today….
The food was good, the company was good, the speakers were good….
But let me tell you about what scene really offered me perspective that I will carry with me for a long time!
Across from me, at the next table was a man. I don’t know his name and I don’t know his story….
He was nicely dressed and was well-kept. I wondered a few times why he is in a wheelchair. He seemed happy and content….
And a few minutes later out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman sitting next to him feeding him. As I watched from my table, I realized he had no freedom to move and ever so slowly, very small pieces of food were fed to him…
I was tempted to leave wondering about his story and yet I found myself realizing I need to be curious about my story.
I live with such freedom in the movement of my body….
Movement that could be gone tomorrow due to injury or illness….
I wonder how my attitude would be my life mirrored his?
Would I dress up, smile, engage others, enjoy small bites fed to me in a large group and present with such joy and contentment…
I realize now, it was not the lack of freedom in his movement, it was the incredible freedom in his spirit.
May I live each day with the freedom of spirit that he demonstrated today….
