Today was a glorious day for a bike ride. The weather was great, and my pace was good. I left happy. On the way out, I saw a homeless man struggling with a caravan of shopping carts and other wheeled contraptions. He said something to me, but I did not understand him. On my way back up the path, I slowed when I came close to him. He asked if I had a trash bag, and I responded, “no, sorry, I don’t.” Then he offered to pay me to go to the store and buy some for him. I responded that I didn’t have the time, which was not true; I could make the time. I rode on.
This interaction haunted me as I rode to my truck. I have more than enough why is it hard for me to go out of my way to help another person? I complain about our society not caring, and I just rode by and did the same. When I got home, I shared the story with my wife, who supported my idea to return to the bike path with a sack of bags and a bit of food.
The second ride was equally as beautiful. When I reached the man, he was shining with gratitude and said, “You are one in a million.” It is sad that such acts are so rare. He was another human and needed some simple assistance. Helping him was my way of putting feet to my belief in being there for others. It does make me exceptional, merely aware.
My parents raised on Biblical stories including the loaves and the wishes. I never saw the story as Jesus’ miracle but rather as asking people to share so everyone can have enough. Listening to this guy’s need and doing something directly to help him will not change the world but it was a spiritually right act.
Are you in search of the truth or are you looking for validation for what you already believe? I believe attempting to find truth is a very noble pursuit. The internet, the information superhighway, does not necessarily disseminate truth. Researches have found that salacious lies travel faster on social media than do facts. So, how do you tell something is true? The great philosophers have grappled with what makes something truth since the dawn of thought.
Science has tried for centuries to explain the physical world to the dismay of those who want their beliefs unexplored. Some of the people, often those in political or religious power, have always been enamored by ideas that protect their views and their ability to hold power over others. Thus, when looking at explanations of the truth, I am always scrutinizing the motivation of those exclaiming. If their sense of reality is overtly biased towards their power and control, then I find it suspect.
Another measure of truth is a bit obvious. If a person bases their idea on a gross generality, it is generally not correct, for humanity is far too varied for a single statement to encompass broad groups of people correctly. Thus if a person says all or every person, place or thing, their statement is most likely a stereotype rather than a truism. When we stand on a stereotypical idea as truth, we immediately disenfranchise those for whom the statement is false. Thus, the report may have some truth, but in fact, it is not the truth for many and believing the idea as truth for all can lead to discrimination.
So, finding truth comes from embracing the difference within each person. Sharing ideas, but not holding your thoughts out as absolutes, listening to others with the goal of understanding their view of reality rather than imposing reality on them. This concept is frightening if one believes they already know what is right, but a closed mind is the home of the greatest deception.
We are drawn together by our commonalities but learn from our differences. It is far too easy to think others experience life the same way we do or to see their differences as wrong or threatening, for difference often engenders suspicion and fear. If we look within we are all as different as we are alike. From fashion to the creation of laws we create a sense of expected norms, often where they are not needed. What might happen if we accepted our differences? What makes it so vital for us to be the same when sameness is an illusion?
In reality, all aspects of ourselves lie on a continuum. The variance of some differences is readily apparent, as the difference in height. While, other variations are harder to see, like personality or culture. The problem comes not from lack of sameness but in our attaching false values to differences. I happen to have dyslexia, which makes reading and writing to be a challenge for me, however adapting and working around this attribute has strengthened me. While teaching at a University, I heard professors correlate poor spelling to a lack of intelligence, rather than seeing it merely as a difference.
We do not need to throw away of judgment about all differences? No, that would be an impossible task. However, the first step might be to increase our awareness of judging others for things that do not affect us. Ask yourself, how does the way another person appearance affect me? Can you look beyond skin color and clothing to see the person? Or how does it injure me if others have different tastes in food, music, or expression? Accepting these external difference may open your mind to see people as they are rather than as you wish they were.
Once we open our minds to differences, we may see personal variations that are more profound than surface differences. Can we accept that others may have differences in who they love and how they express love? Some people clammer to be social after a long day at work, while others have an equal drive for solitude. When we begin to look more deeply, we must be aware of our desire to rank attributes making some desirable and others problematic.
So what are we to do? We can get to know people and allow them to teach us about themselves, which requires asking more and assuming less about others. To make it safe enough to know someone we must present as little judgment as we can while being aware our prejudices will rear their ugly heads. We must understand not only how people present themselves but also what people believe, and perhaps the reasoning behind their beliefs. We need to see the fear within ourselves and others that drive stereotypes and erroneous judgments. Maybe when we can accept others, we can also be allowed to be ourselves.