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I met a man the other day who at the age of 4 was told by his father that he loved him, right before he watched him blow his head of with a shotgun under his chin. His head literally rolled around the room and this little boy couldn’t understand what happened, so he ran over and threw himself on his mutilated father trying to get him to stand up.

 A few years later when he was about 10  his mother cryptically mentioned that if he was ever in trouble he should go to the wayside chapel. Shortly after she killed herself.

 He was then given to foster parents who as soon as he had learnt to love and trust them, tragically died in an accident.

 As you can imagine his life was drastically colored by these events, and he went from job to job, relationship to relationship totally unable to build meaningful connections. Afraid to death that something bad would happen if he did.

 This lead to hundreds of jobs, lost loves, depression, loneliness, drugs, booze and eventually homelessness.

 Its easy for us to judge others against our own yard stick of experiences, but I wondered how I might have turned out had I walked a mile in this mans shoes.

 Sitting talking to him the other day at the Wayside chapel in Sydney, a well known charity house that helps the homeless get back on their feet, I was struck by two things that have played over in my mind since.

 Not only is this guy now fully recovered, and an active, loving member of the staff at the Wayside, but he looked me straight in the eye and said “ You know Geoff, when I look back I wouldn’t change a thing”.

 I was stunned into silence for a moment by this comment. I have always believed in the all pervading balance of nature. The fact that ‘bad experience’ and ‘good experience’ are two sides of the same coin if we look close enough and don’t get caught up in our own drama. But here was someone who was not just talking the talk but walking the walk.

This kind of ‘God like’ perception, able to view the ‘whole’ of the events rather than the thin slice of dramatic and painful parts we label our reality is a rare talent. And the amzing thing was how he came by this much sort after perception……. Not a self help book in site!

 Some years ago with his mothers words ringing in his ears he found himself at the wayside chapel scared to death to go in. As he waited outside a truck pulled up and people started unloading supplies. The driver yelled ‘hey mate give us a hand’ and from that moment 6 years ago until now, he has done nothing but give others a hand.

 This simple almost thought less act, repeated every day with enthusiasum, not only cured his drug and alcohol addiction, but his decades of emotional scaring. He told me all his life he had thought about himself but the act of thinking first about others totally broke the bonds of pain he had wrapped himself up in.

 The Motto of the wayside chapel is ‘don’t try and fix anyone – simply ‘see’ them also really struck a chord with me.

We try so hard to fix ourselves and others when all anyone really craves is to be acknowledged and loved for who they are.

 That day was a powerful lesson for me on many levels. I hope there will be many more on our journey .

x

 Dr John Demartini one of my fave speakers says :-

 If you want to have a happier life look outside yourself and help your family. If you want to have a happier family, help your community. If you want to have a happier community, help your city. If you want to have a happier city, help your country and if you want to have a happier country think globally.

Thats what my friend at wayside lived by and thats what i intend to do to :-)

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