The Direction of Intention

16.

His white postal service truck is parked beneath a tree across from the tide pools. He parks in this spot every day to have his lunch; I imagine it is the midway point in Dado’s daily mail delivery route. Today is the first day in weeks that it is not raining and many of the neighborhood’s residents are out walking.

Dado is like the ice-cream truck for adults. People can’t wait to see him, they rush his truck, waving with both arms and smiling. It is not the mail that they are excited about; it is Dado. He is a cherub with a full-body grin. He is as excited to see you, as you are to see him. He knows your name, he knows your story, and he is never in a hurry (paradox alert! Dado delivers the mail like clockwork – everyday – yet every time I see him he is having a pleasant conversation with someone in the neighborhood! I am guilty of having regular 20-minute conversations with him…).

From a distance I watch people take turns talking to him. They laugh. Their faces soften. Their stories and gestures are enthusiastic. I watch their posture change as they see him and cross the street to say, ‘hello.’ It is as if, for just a moment, they stop hiding; they come out from behind their dull screen and shine.

Dado sees people and people like being seen. It is not complicated; when you talk with Dado there is nothing more important to do, there is no place he would rather be than talking with you.

Presence feels good. That’s what Dado knows and that is what Dado brings.

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