Traveling. We do.
Tonight, I went to a softball game. A lot of things happen at a game of ball. Players playing. People batting, throwing, catching and running, and such. Umpires umpiring. Spectators spectating.
But in the midst of all of it, in the wrapped-up-ed-ness of the things that are happening in that one little place…… in that moment, on the earth. There we are.
Each of us in our own thoughts, and our own happiness, or worries, or joys.
I sat there tonight, thinking about all those people, all together, and yet singular. But still all together. Alone.
Janie is hoping for a base hit. “Ohhhh please… let me get a hit.” Carrie wonders if those shorts make her butt look big. Tonya is worrying about her car payment, and rent. Missy’s dog is sick, at home, and she wonders if little Buttons is doing okay. And on. And on.
Sometimes in this world, it seems to us that our world is the only one. Yet, the truth of the matter is, what happens to each one of us, in each of our days, in our months, in our years… is a very small part of the bigger scheme of things. Our little world seems like it might be the ONLY one ….. yet everything we do has a rippling effect. Yes. Our world affects the world of others, whether we mean to or not.
I glanced up at the sky, and saw a plane flying high, high, high overhead. And on that plane were about 200 people, coming from somewhere, and going someplace else. And each one of them, in their own space and time…. all together on that piece of tin flying through the sky. Each, with their own world of existence.
And it all continues. It intersects and connects … and then disconnects again. Over and over again.
Today, I am hoping that somehow, my little world… my intersection…. will make someone else’s little world…. just a little bit better. Somehow. Over and over again.
And a story…
A man is walking down a street. There is much poverty, and despair. Hungry children, and starving dogs…. everywhere. The man sees a young boy giving half of his bread to one of the starving dogs. The man says to him… “Why child? Why do you give your food to this starving dog, when there are so many starving dogs everywhere? This will never make a difference in the world.”
And the little boy looks back at the man and says … “Sir. To this dog, it makes ALL the difference in the world.”