I believe in cause and effect, that what goes around, comes around.
You reap what you sow.
But yesterday, in my travels, karma never shined more brightly.
Karma’s definition, according to Webster’s…in Hinduism and Buddhism…the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.
In other words, how you treat others is how you’ll be treated then, now and always.
I wrote two weeks ago about a young boy I helped who had taken a fall on a busy street (Best Story of the Week…January 18th).
Well on Friday, a young man his age, 16 or so, took the time to help me after I took a spill.
I was daydreaming when I tripped right in front of Grand Central Station. Dozens of people in their haste, moved around me as I sat, dazed, on the pavement.
This kid, taking out his earbuds, stopped and sat beside me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, placing his hand gingerly on my shoulder.
“I think so,” I said, ignoring my right knee that I slammed good and hard.
“Why are you sitting on the cold ground?” I asked, suddenly seeing he too was perched on his butt. “You didn’t fall too, did you?”
“No. I just didn’t want you to feel alone, or funny cause you fell.”
Isn’t that the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard?
He took my arm helping me up since my leg wouldn’t bend. It’s when I gratefully realized nothing could be broken if I could actually stand, more or less, solid on my feet.
He waited while I collected myself, and only left convinced, I was okay to resume flight.
I limped into the subway, got a seat on the train and thought about this kid.
Despite the persistent pain I’d have to spend the remainder of the day icing, I felt somehow grateful that it had happened. One because it reminded me to be more mindful, along with encouraging my future good works, I tend to call into question.
And of course, to just look, where the fuck I’m going.