The man standing next to me taking Jazzercise class today is 92 years old. He took up Jazzercise a couple of weeks ago. And rode his bicycle to and from class on this 30-degree morning.
So, when I felt myself dragging a bit during class, I just needed to look to my left to fuel my after burners as I saw him goin’ for the gold. His eyes glued on the instructor, giving all the new movement his best shot and hanging in there if he fell behind. Tenacity and inspiration personified.
After class, I ran by the corner market to pick up some milk and vegetables. As the young woman cashier started to ring up my purchases, I casually asked how she was today. Which led to a conversation about the vegetables…and then to a somewhat lengthy one about the substantial challenges she has been facing lately.
She obviously needed to give voice to her experience, confiding in me, a total stranger, about her troubles, and ultimate, bittersweet triumph. I slowed down to listen, and encourage. Her face shone with relief and pleasure when she finished her story. I admired her strength and success.
As I left the store, I was reminded again of how we so often have no idea of the effect our actions, words, example have on others. The man in Jazzercise class? I am pretty certain he was unaware of the sparks he was showering on those around him. He was simply living life to the hilt. The boost of his positive example was a bonus.
And while I know my conversation with the cashier may not have been life-changing, I felt as I drove away the full weight of what she had told me. I hope that our connection helped. I will probably never know.
By 10:00 a.m. the reminder blaring “loud and clear” from the universe: What we do, and how we do it, matters. Or:
“A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.” – Sivananda
And: “With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox