Yesterday I landed in Austin Texas where the unofficial motto is “We’re keeping it weird.”
Weird is such an understatement. In my schedule notes, I saw that a woman named Mary would be picking me up. I didn’t see anyone with a sign baring my name and I knew that most folks are still looking for someone one with long dreadlocks. Since I’ve cut my hair, I’m pretty unrecognizable to friends; to strangers or folks who saw me years ago, I’m the last person they expect. (Sounds funny to me too.)
Anyway, I walked up to a woman who appeared to be as lost as I was and I asked her is her name was Mary, she looked into my eyes and said “Well, I’m going through a divorce.”
I explained myself and we laughed for a bit. But I felt for this woman who’s divorce was at the top of her mind.
I called the number in my notes and had to laugh again when I found that the woman coming for me was not named Mary after all, she was Nancy.
So I went back to the woman who was going through the divorce and told her that the woman I was waiting for was not named Mary either.
We laughed and I told her that maybe it all happened for a reason; that I was simply here to tell her that everything was going to be okay. I watched as her bottom lip began to quiver and I smiled and told her she could always change her name to Mary. She cried until she laughed.
What if we are here to help each other along the journey?
What if we are given the opportunity to lift someone’s load every day, but we don’t know it?
What if your job is to be an inspiration to someone else?
What if a stranger helped you find the peace you needed?
Be you, be well, be the inspiration.
Bertice Berry, PhD