If these two can, so can you.
Thank you, Severn Suzuki.
A little integrity would be nice, no?
The willingness to say I love you first. You have it.
This conversation represents two forces: one is scared, insecure and controlling, the other is the force of creativity. Since then, the force of control and fear has become more entrenched; creativity has become wilder and stronger.
Which Force Are You A Part Of?
Every Thursday I go to the local Farmers’ Market and witness a microcosm economy in action. There’s a lot of healthy competition and a hungry crowd that provides immediate feedback to the vendors by the virtue of the truest of all votes, the vote of hard-earned cash. To my eye, this small space represents a high-pressure lab of marketing, client relations, product design and all the little things a company does that make it a success or a failure, with examples of both dysfunction and inspiration.
One of the inspirations is Julie of BlueCupcake.com sharing her sweet and beautiful creations along with a graceful smile. I sense an intentionality and integrity in everything around her: the carefully crafted cupcakes, the colorful and well-thought out presentation, how Julie speaks with her customers, how she hands them the product, the gratitude and respect when she receives their money.
I see a different paradigm of service: fully embodied, joyful, honorable and honest. I also see the line of customers, the smiles on their faces and their true vote for support of such an offering.
Needless to say, the cupcakes are divine.
What is your offering today?
I was day tripping to Vancouver from Seattle and stopped in for lunch at a little cafe. From my window I saw a young teenage girl out in the cold, squatted down in a closed up businesses doorway, holding a small bundle in her arms. She was panhandling, people were mostly walking by ignoring her. She looked just broken.
I finished up my meal and went outside, went through my wallet and thought I’d give her $5 for some food. I got up to her and she was sobbing, she looked like she was 14-15. And that bundle in her arms was a baby wrapped up. I felt like I just got punched in the chest. She looked up putting on a game face and asked for any change, I asked her if she’s like some lunch. Right next door was a small quick-Trip type grocery store, I got a can of formula for the baby (very young, maybe 2-3 months old.), and took her back to the cafe though I’d just eaten. She was very thankful, got a burger and just inhaled it. Got her some pie and ice cream. She opened up and we talked. She was 15, got pregnant, parents were angry and she was fighting with them. She ran away. She’s been gone almost 1 full year.
I asked her if she’s like to go home and she got silent. I coaxed her, she said her parents wouldn’t want her back. I coaxed further, she admitted she stole 5k in cash from her Dad. Turns out 5k doesn’t last long at all and the streets are tough on a 15 year old. Very tough. She did want to go back, but she was afraid no one wanted her back after what she did.
We talked more, I wanted her to use my phone to call home but she wouldn’t. I told her I’d call and see if her folks wanted to talk to her, she hesitated and gave bad excuses but eventually agreed. She dialed the number and I took the phone, her Mom picked up and I said hello. Awkwardly introduced myself and said her daughter would like to speak to her, silence, and I heard crying. Gave the phone to the girl and she was just quiet listening to her Mom cry, and then said hello. And she cried. They talked, she gave the phone back to me, I talked to her Mom some more.
I drove her down to the bus station and bought her a bus ticket home. Gave her $100 cash for incidentals, and some formula, diapers, wipes, snacks for the road.
Got to the bus, and she just cried saying thank you over and over. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and a hug, kissed her baby, and she got on the bus.
I get a chistmas card every year from her. She’s 21 now and in college.
Her name is Makayla and her baby was Joe.
I’ve never really told anyone about this. I just feel good knowing I did something good in this world. Maybe it’ll make up for the things I’ve f-ed up.
What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done that no one knows about?
Gregory David Roberts speaks about his experiences living in an Indian slum, prison and criminal life in Bombay. Tremendously inspiring, make sure to see all parts of the talk.
Love you, mate.
Knowing your time perspective can help you understand yourself and others.