Truly Powerful People (345)

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Join me in inspiring truly powerful people. Each day I will add a new thought, story or idea to support your quest and mine.

The woman was very old. Like an old tree her spine was weathered and bent so she was incapable of looking ahead. Instead, she stared into the ground, occasionally flicking her eyes up to see what lay ahead. She stood with the help of her cane and waited; the task before her was daunting. It was a task that most of us probably take for granted but for her it was herculean. Or so it seemed to me. She needed to cross the road to get to the other side. Between her and the other side was 8 lanes of traffic and a river of impatient drivers.

The light turned red, the walk signal illuminated and began its counts down: 18, 17, 16, 15,… and the old woman stepped onto the asphalt. Her gait was halting. Her steps unsteady, more of a shuffle than a walk. 10, 9, 8, 7,… and she’d barely crossed a single lane and the drivers were already edging forward, impatient to get on their way, many of them unaware of the small bent woman in brown and green crossing the road.

I was in one of the cars stopped at the light. The thoroughfares in Tucson are wide avenues with broad left-turn lanes; I am young and fit and sometimes have to race to get across in a single light. I felt the low panic of impending disaster. She wasn’t going to make it.

Ellen DeGeneres has issued to her audience a dance dare; she’s asked people to record themselves secretly dancing behind other people; the videos are hysterical, people dancing wildly behind unsuspecting shoppers in the grocery store, workers at the bus stop, analysts in the cubicle. Like one of Ellen’s dance dare tribe, a jogger ran up behind the old woman and began hopping wildly so all lanes of traffic might see! The old woman tottered forward, unsuspecting, with the secret jogger gesturing wildly to the now captive audience of drivers. The light changed and no one moved. The secret jogger skipped back and forth behind the old woman, arms pumping and waving, a crossing guard gone funky chicken.

The old woman stepped safely onto the sidewalk on the other side of the road; the jogger continued her jog as if nothing unusual had happened in the middle of the road. We drivers edged forward, released from the spell of generosity spun by the secret dancing jogger and continued on our way.

2 Responses

  1. you can find me dancing everywhere, thanks for the magic

  2. your ability to see this magic in the world is beautiful, I keep reading this, what I want for Christmas and all the other days of the year is to see like this

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