There’s a huge dog who lives nearby me.
He’s the size of a small pony and his fur looks like fine gray silk.
His name is Baxter and whenever I catch a glimpse of Baxter,
it’s a good day.
Yes, today was one of those days.
It also snowed.
Is still snowing, in fact.
And just like that, it’s winter.
I was in Trader Joe’s today, which is already so packed all the time. But now that it’s winter and we’re bundled up to the point of doubling our respective sizes, we’re bumping into each other even more than normal. Thankfully, Trader Joe’s was giving away free apple slices. This helped to appease the masses and keep us so busily and happily munching our apples, that we didn’t have the time or jaw power to be rude as we played human bumper cars while buying our organic oats and baked seaweed.
I walked home in the snow and then I watched it fall from the sky through the window. I thought about how life is so many things, and, depending upon the day, you’ll feel one of those things more than another. But while I was watching the snow, I felt so warm and safe. And I know that I live in a world with many people who don’t feel that way right now.
Especially in New York City.
Heck, especially everywhere.
I don’t know why I am given some things while others are not; I don’t know why I’ve been through some trauma while others have not. I don’t think it’s our place to sit around wondering why for too long, though. I think it’s our privilege, however, to take what we have and give it away. To focus on what’s here.
Like yesterday, when I met a hungry and homeless man on the subway. I had a banana and so I gave it to him. It was already in my hands; it wasn’t hard to hand it to him. I’m not saying that I’m some kind of amazing person.
I mean, guys, IT WAS A BANANA.
Which is my point.
There is always something we can give away. Maybe it’s a banana. Maybe it’s a kind word. Maybe it’s a prayer or a gift or a blanket or a conversation or a joke or a smile or time spent with someone who is lonely or a letter or a dollar.
There are some things we can’t control, but what we can control is what we do with our hands. The amount of bananas we give away. The amount of kind words we say to each other.
What a privilege.