I got to the bus stop minutes ahead of the bus, did my regular inventory:
Ticket …….. X
Purse ……… X
Shopping bag …… X
Phone ….. X
Everything was in place, ready to board the bus. There’s only two of us waiting for the bus, which reduces any likelihood of having to stand for the journey. The bus pulls up right on time and my fellow passenger courteously indicates that I should board first. I confidently place my prepaid ticket on the scanner and it’s not long before reality sinks in; my ticket has expired. I reach into my purse only to discover I didn’t have enough change to pay the fare. Oh well, turns out I hadn’t done the most important inventory after all, have I? Turning to disembark from the bus, I hear the other passenger calling me back and without much ado my fare is paid. I felt the tears start to pool in my eyes.
I could say the passenger paid my fares for several different reasons
- He had excess money
- He took pit on my bump
- He wanted to show he wasn’t racist (I know right, how much more political can the mind get?)
- Or simply it was a kind act sent my way, a reminder that the universe still had atoms of agape love floating through the stratosphere.
One could also wonder why I would get on the bus without a valid ticket or cash in my purse:
- Baby brain (yeap a reliable get out of jail free card)
- I was hoping for a miracle.( I hope for one every morning anyways)
- Or I thought my week long ticket would run from Tuesday to Tuesday rather than Tuesday to Monday (having only bought this for the first time). And I don’t carry extra cash because I keep looking for random things to buy.
Thankfully I didn’t repeat the same mistake again on my way home, however I made a different one. As a student I am entitled to a discount on my fares, but I need my identity card to get this discount. I guess you know by now how that went today, I didn’t have my ID card at hand so no discount for me. Having paid my fare, I sat down for a short reflective ride home.
I wondered how trivial life issues can be and how we sometimes derive false value and identity from the things we have and the circumstances that surround us. I could view everything that happened to me today as a serious turn of misfortune and sad occurrences in my life. I could overlook the kind act in the morning by thinking of how it should not be happening to someone like me at this stage of my life. I should have a car, I should, I should …..
In life our self image is revolved around three things
I am ….. who we are and whose we are. Our strengths, our weaknesses.
I have ….. what resources we have: family, friends, money, property etc never devalue anything.
I can …. how we pull things together to help us.
But we must never anchor who we are on what we have or what we can pull together. Our core should be based on the ‘I AM’. Every other thing is subject to change and depreciation. A friend who carries you at 20 (both mentally and physically) might not be available to carry you at 60/80 for several different reasons (death, old age, falling apart, distance etc). Isn’t it amazing how the ‘I AM’ controls how you relate with the I have and I can components. You can’t receive or give what you’re not.
Love thy neighbour as thy self.
You will value your neighbour as you value your self.
I will be back …..
My new car spied on my way home.