I've always liked taking calculated risks. Putting a few dollars in the weathered hand of a homeless person gives hope to both of us: hope that it matters and hope that it helps. I do not judge their circumstance nor tell them what to do. By focusing on the gesture and not the outcome, it becomes a moment of shared humanity. What I give away, I give away.
String free relationships: I love those kind. On a leap of faith, without a guarantee for reciprocity, we open our hearts to the possibility. Profound events usually begin with a simple hello, a funny quip, a helping hand. Before we have memorized the sound of their voice and favorite flavors of ice cream, before they have come to know the warmth of our embrace, we were just faces in the checkout line, like strangers at a reunion.
No one knows when the right elements of timing, spirit and energy will forge a lifelong bond. Is the gesture a waste of time if we don't get what we want? The potential is there but we have to take a calculated risk.
How could that little boy know how important his baby sister would be as he sits in the crook of the couch waiting for her to be gently placed in his lap? Can he imagine he will someday fight off a dog to protect her on the lawn, tease her to distraction, cheer for her on stage, show her the world and dance at her wedding?
It all begins somewhere. Let's extend our reach outward and see what we find.
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