Day Momo (Des Moments) August 1st-15th
Story 3: Dee
I continued reading, under the majestic weeping willow. I read casually, without sufficient care of the words. My gaze turned up every few minutes. I enjoyed observing the turquoise blue glistening, and the people strolling past me.
Relaxation. Peace. Solitude.
Alas!
Dee came into my life.
She walked passed. She made eye contact with me, and smiled. I smiled back at her briefly. She walked away. Ten minutes later, she came back, smiling at me. Part of me said, “Here we go again.”
I surrendered yet again to the present moment, and allowed her to enter my space.
Dee was a middle-aged white woman, in her late forties. She had lighter dirty blonde hair. Her skin was light, with a slight reddish tan, and clear, vibrant blue eyes. Lines of hardship were scattered about her face, especially her forehead, and around her eyes. She was missing a couple of her top and bottom teeth.
Yet Dee had a gentle look to her. A look as though she was kind, and caring. There was a glimmer of a woman who remembered special moments in life. A glimmer that faded into the depths of despair. As if in these depths, she lost hope, and fell into the pit of vices and demons.
“What book are you reading?” She asked. I made deliberate eye contact. Then I responded to her, with full explanation and attention. I was reading about someone’s life story. How this person found inner peace; a spiritual book, along with real life experiences. After I answered, she smiled, and her clear blue eyes opened wider and became more vibrant.
She replied, “You have a good spirit, sir.”
And then she said something else: “It’s great you’re reading books, but you have a great spirit and you have things to share. You can share with other people, and write your own story.”
I smiled, and thanked her. I did not think much of it, at that time. A thought flashed of another homeless salesperson giving flattery, before she asks for money.
We chatted a few minutes; small talk about the weather, the park. She said good-bye and went on her way. She didn’t ask me for any money.
What Dee did for me is the story. Not what I did for her. I gave her few minutes of attention. But what she gave me was far greater…
In the gym, hours later, I thought about Dee. Something opened up to me. It was a sign. It was a message, in the form of a homeless woman named Dee.
The message was the realization to write more, and express my ideas and insights with people. She gave me the awareness to write this story, this blog series.
It was a coincidence. Or maybe it was no coincidence. Regardless, it was a moment in time. And I captured that moment.
“Joe you have something to share.” I captured those words with her eye contact, her smile. That moment was not of a disheartened homeless woman. That moment was her presence and her words. That was all. Nothing else. The message was there. I understood that message.
We must be aware of coincidences, those subliminal and soft-spoken messages in our lives. These messages can come from nature, from words in a book, from the look in someone’s eye, or from a friend talking to you at a coffee shop. They can come from a complete stranger. They can come from anywhere.
They can come from a homeless person, named Dee.
To Be Continued…Part 5…The Final Chapter… The 7 Lessons from 3 Homeless People In 24 Hours
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