I walk a lot. I walk around my neighborhood. I walk at the park. I skip, sing, do my affirmations and pride myself in smiling and greeting those that I encounter along the way. And, while I greet everyone, there has always been one special person that has remained along the edge; yet, close … his name is Sticks.
On Thursday, with my earbuds in and my volume at full throttle, out of the corner of my eye, I see him. I not only see him, I see him waving his arm and I can tell that he is speaking to me; although, I am unable to hear his message through Dr. Bruce Lipton’s lesson. I turn my volume down and pop the earbuds out of my ears. As I look up, he is making his way across the parking lot to speak to me. This would be our first encounter face-to-face.
I smile. He smiles. I extend my hand and say, “I have never formally met you, my name is Sandra.” He shakes my hand and says, “My name is Greg although my friends call me Sticks.” “Sticks?” I inquire. “Yes,” he states, as he makes a drumming action with his hands, “I play the drums.” I said, “Oh, that is great!”
I then tell him that I have not seen him in a long while and he explains that it is due to the fact he has been hospitalized on & off for pnemonia. He further tells me that the doctor told him that he needs to trade his alcohol and his cigarettes for good food and exercise. He comments that I exercise all the time. I agree. He tells me he has returned to church and he intends to play the drums again. We smile.
At this point, I am feeling so caught up in the interaction that I look him straight in the eyes and say, “What is it that you would like me to call you, Greg or Sticks?” He looks me in the eyes and said, “I don’t care what you call me but I will always call you Sandra, Beautiful Hair Lady.” I hold back the tears that are welling up in my eyes. Then, all of a sudden, I said, “Sticks, can I hug you please?” And there, on a sidewalk on one of Houston’s busiest streets, we hug. Sandra and Sticks. He pulls back and says, “I LOVE YOU.” To which I say, “I LOVE YOU TOO.”
As I type this, I find myself full of emotion. This was by far one of the most beautiful moments for me. You see, Sticks, to my knowledge, lives on the street. When I came home to share my experience with Kim, he immediately said, “When is the last time you think anyone hugged him?”
I am unable to answer that question. What I am able to tell you is that after we hugged, something happened deep inside of me. I wanted to run. I wanted to sing and I felt great joy in experiencing that incredibly loving moment.
Our world is full of potential moments such as these.
I invite you to pop out your earbuds, open up your hearts and look around you with open ears and an open heart.
What I learned is that in giving, we recieve. And wow, my receiving was beyond anything I ever could have comprehended.
Live. Love. Play. Prosper.
Sharing the magic of life and love through the eyes of a happy goddess.