As my bus stopped at a light, I noticed a man looking about from street sign to building to street sign in confusion. Stopping to help, a passer-by spent the time working to bridge a language gap and, finally, after a smiling breakthrough, was able to point the stranger in the right direction. My bus moved on.
It was the worst of all penalties. A flunked semester in math meant summer school math class for me. I find it taught by a pair of maniacs who love the subject so much, and have found so many interesting and fun ways to use it, my whole attitude toward the subject shifted, even though I never did anything with what I learned.
She was beautiful, blond and about six years old. When she came to me to share her most prized possession, I expected to find something at least as adorable. Scampering quickly to her room, she came out holding a hat protectively. She sat beside me and then, to my jump-out-of-my-chair disgust, pulled what my Brooklyn past could only identify as a sewer rat, inordinately long, patchily spiny-haired and fearfully ugly. She held it to her heart, loving it for all it was worth.
He was the first person I met when I moved by motorcycle to Santa Barbara. When he heard I was a paramedic, he walked me right over to the local Fire Station to introduce me to the Chief, who refused to come out. Later on, hed stand at the same corner almost every day for months. Holding Punch and Judy puppets in his hands, wearing a Jesters high hat with tassels and booties to match, he had a sandwich board on his chest and back reading, Puppets are people, too! He would wave at cars, and then give them the finger.
We were entrusted with the companys first, brand-new, modular ambulance the night before the Mayor was supposed to christen and dedicate it at a big deal official ceremony. A compartment door was left open. When we backed up too close to a wall, it ripped away, taking a chunk of the compartment with it. Our local tow-truck operators, who happened to handle our motor vehicle accident extrications on the side, spent the next 12 hours completely repairing and repainting until it was perfect again. No one ever knew.
She was our maid on Thursdays. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays she was some other white families maid. She was big and black and smelled like ammonia and I could run in to her full speed and shed wrap every bit of her flesh around my six year old body and hug me like I was all there was. Years later, I met some of the other children from families she did her work for. She was the only one that hugged them, too!
When I was 22 I was in jail in New Yorks Rikers Island. Another inmate pulled me aside and said, You know, a young man like you has a few ways to go here. You can get up in the morning and fight, and fight the rest of the day, too. You can go to one of the Big Men here, and let him know youll be his kid. Hell look out for you, but you-will-be-his-kid! The third is you can wait until five or six guys catch you in the laundry room. Then, youll be everyones trick. And the fourth way? I asked. There aint no fourth way! he replied.
He was an old man who I ended up taking back and forth from hospital to nursing home in my ambulance so often I could no longer avoid him. At first, it was all routine transfer -- business. With each trip he was one step closer to the grave. Still, hed bring forth a smile and a story about St. Petersburg, Russia, the Czar and, of all people, Rasputin who lived down the street from him when he was a child.
She had come to town to open a comedy club. She brought up established acts from L.A. and knew she needed to cultivate some local talent, too. Fearing that Open Mic nights would attract drunks telling dick-jokes, she started a Stand-up Comedy Class. I was in the first one. After about six months she pulled me aside and said, You know, at this point I have to admit I dont know how to teach you. Were not in synch. All I can do is give you a place to fail, ten minutes a week.
Russ Reina shares over 35 years of experience in the healing arts through his web site http:// mauihealingartist.com. It is a potent resource for those wishing to deepen their abilities in connection and develop their powers as healers. For a powerful free tool to explore your inner world, please check out his adjunct site http:// thestoryofthis.net
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