A driver named A

I’ve opened up my iPad, and touched the WordPress app to compose a blogpost more times that I can count since I last composed one. Unfortunately, the words haven’t come, so I have closed it again after staring at a blank template. Again, more times than I can count.

This evening I have a post coming out of my fingertips because of a ride-share driver. A man whose name I can’t recall now. Only that it was at least 12 letters long, and began with an A. This perfect stranger was also a Catholic, as he had a Rosary dangling from his rear view mirror, and may have been Lebanese since he spoke Arabic. There is also a chance he had polio as a child because after we had one of the most beautifully touching encounters I’ve ever had with another human, he gestured to the floorboard on the passenger side beside him where his walking devices were to make sure I didn’t forget mine, and to acknowledge that he saw me just as much as I saw him.

It is important to really see other humans by acknowledging them, and the gifts they bring to the world simply by being in it. Mostly, in the world we live in today, it is of the utmost important to be kind to each other. We go about our daily lives we so much hustle and disregard for others at times. Of course COVID has changed that some, but we can be a self absorbed lot. We don’t acknowledge the struggles of others as much as we should whether that be physically, mentally, spiritually, or in this case linguistically. What a shame.

My hope for the readers of this post will be that they take the easier, softer, and more God filled way in their interactions with others. Let my driver today be your reminder.