You have repeatedly asked … countless times over many years (usually silently ... with a look, or gesture, or hesitancy) “Why do you do that? Why do you insert yourself into the lives, circumstances, and private space of total strangers?” OK … I’ll tell you.
It is because I have been alone for all of my life … and I see their aloneness. Yes, we (You, and I, and They) have been surrounded by Friends, Colleagues, Family, fellow Worshipers, and Companions, both passing and lasting. Yet we have been alone, in our most intimate concerns, fears, doubts, wonderings, and apprehensions. I see Us, when we are in the company of Others, who defer to our charisma; acquiesce, to our projected confidence; still themselves, to hear our voice; encourage our humour, so that they can laugh safely, out of the limelight of prominence. And my heart hears the beat, of all of our hearts, as they pound out a message of ‘S.O.S.’ in a struggle, with an isolation that is completely alien, to the awareness of all about us.
I recall, from my own storehouse of accumulated pain, the need that we all have, for an answer to our spoken, and unspoken supplications to Life, as we have sought some word, of comfort; some note, of acknowledgment, that Life is aware of our struggles. “Here I am,” I can now offer. “You are heard … Life is with You … You are never alone … You are forever loved.”
This is my mission; my quest; my calling (some would say, my Compulsion); to let You know that Life knows You; hears You; is responding to You; has compassion, care, instruction, and encouragement for You. This I allow Life to use me to do … for You. When I see your name in my address book; when I see your eyes in a crowd; when I see You across a busy restaurant; when I pass You in the market; in all of my life’s moments I am sensitive to You and available for You. I am yours … because I gave myself to You long before we ever knew of each other. Our actual meeting was but a simple detail that I entrusted to Life. And here we are … in this moment … neither of us ever again alone. If we but accept the gift that is ‘Us.’
To Life I say a heartfelt, “Thank You!”
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