(I found this one in my writings from late 2007)
The shimmering lights gleamed brightly in the distance, a forest of small pinpricks under the dark nights sky. We could see Jerusalem, the WALL and Bethlehem from our vantage point in front of an old sandstone Greek monastery perched on the hillside; even the lights of Jordan were visible just over the horizon. We were bathed in darkness, the only lights illuminating us came from the headlights of passing cars speeding down the winding road, buses bringing hundreds of workers home and large semi-trucks transporting heavy stone blocks. But one car didn't pass us by. Its lights pulled up in front of us and the driver immediately stepped out. Ziad walked towards the front passenger door as it slowly inched open. The short scarf-wrapped body emerging to find itself enfolded in her uncle's embrace, the two bodies lit up periodically by the passing headlights or shrouded in shadows under the twinkling night sky.
I was standing 8 feet away, my vision obscured by the darkness and infrequent pulsating passing lights but the emotions that erupted around the two embraced forms smacked into my heart and brought a tear to the corner of my right eye. I stood silently off to the side until the hug ended. Ziad's niece, Eeman, had been in the Israeli prison for three and a half years; he hadn't seen her in that entire time and thus, for this one moment, he stayed in Palestine a few extra days before his next trip to the United States.
After shaking hands with the four men including her father, two brothers and uncle who had gone to the border in Tulkrem to pick her up, I stood waiting shyly behind the other American who had come with Ziad and his nephew Nidal to meet them on the outskirts of Bethlehem. We were introduced to Eeman one by one and she quietly extended her hand to greet me, her eyes lifting up in the darkness that my vision had adjusted to slightly. I could see the strength and what I can only describe as relief and happiness at being free mirrored in their reflection.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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Definition: single-serving friend
(from the movie Fight Club) A "friend" you meet once, for example on a plane, and never see again.
Every day we pass through people’s lives, sometimes without even noticing that they exist. And half the time, they don’t even know that we exist.
This morning I went to the DMV here in Oakland, CA. I stood in the snail paced line up to the cubicled square island of stations, got a letter followed by a number, G202, and went to sit down in the interlocked plastic chairs for the computer generated voice to call me. Forty-five minutes later I finally got to walk over to station 17 and give in my documents. I walked up to a heavyset African-American women in a blue sweat suit with oval glasses. She barely looked at me as she roughly asked for my documents. I dropped something that she didn’t need from my folder on her desk, I fumbled to find all the things that she needed and she glanced at me with an obvious “hurry up” look of exasperation. Finally I gave her everything with a “I need to have my name changed on my drivers license, here is my marriage certificate.” The expression in her eyes changed and she smiled as she handed me back my application form saying, “you have to fill out this box and put your…maiden, i mean your madden, i mean your…i don’t know what to tell the groom’s, name on this line.” She started laughing and continued, “Damn, that’s what I want, a man who will take my name…Congratulations.” We continued laughing as I paid my fee and 2 minutes later I walked away from her station.
I will remember that 2 minutes for a long time. And hopefully she will smile from time to time as she remembers our encounter. Maybe it will be on a day where she is having a rough time and just needs a smile.
Who are those people you meet in a day whose life you may change for just a moment, who might change your life, who you brush by, who you make laugh, who notice you playing with your cell phone, who you talk to for a few seconds. I go to the coffee shop on Lakeshore every few days and order a large coffee, does the person who takes my order remember me? The light skinned woman with the buzzed curly hair, the man with the limp…
We spend so much time wrapped up in our own worlds that I want to challenge you to notice the “single serving” people who are part of you life. Write a story about someone who passed through you life today, maybe for just a second, maybe for a few minutes and remember the impact they had on your day or that, maybe, you had on theirs…
(from the movie Fight Club) A "friend" you meet once, for example on a plane, and never see again.
Every day we pass through people’s lives, sometimes without even noticing that they exist. And half the time, they don’t even know that we exist.
This morning I went to the DMV here in Oakland, CA. I stood in the snail paced line up to the cubicled square island of stations, got a letter followed by a number, G202, and went to sit down in the interlocked plastic chairs for the computer generated voice to call me. Forty-five minutes later I finally got to walk over to station 17 and give in my documents. I walked up to a heavyset African-American women in a blue sweat suit with oval glasses. She barely looked at me as she roughly asked for my documents. I dropped something that she didn’t need from my folder on her desk, I fumbled to find all the things that she needed and she glanced at me with an obvious “hurry up” look of exasperation. Finally I gave her everything with a “I need to have my name changed on my drivers license, here is my marriage certificate.” The expression in her eyes changed and she smiled as she handed me back my application form saying, “you have to fill out this box and put your…maiden, i mean your madden, i mean your…i don’t know what to tell the groom’s, name on this line.” She started laughing and continued, “Damn, that’s what I want, a man who will take my name…Congratulations.” We continued laughing as I paid my fee and 2 minutes later I walked away from her station.
I will remember that 2 minutes for a long time. And hopefully she will smile from time to time as she remembers our encounter. Maybe it will be on a day where she is having a rough time and just needs a smile.
Who are those people you meet in a day whose life you may change for just a moment, who might change your life, who you brush by, who you make laugh, who notice you playing with your cell phone, who you talk to for a few seconds. I go to the coffee shop on Lakeshore every few days and order a large coffee, does the person who takes my order remember me? The light skinned woman with the buzzed curly hair, the man with the limp…
We spend so much time wrapped up in our own worlds that I want to challenge you to notice the “single serving” people who are part of you life. Write a story about someone who passed through you life today, maybe for just a second, maybe for a few minutes and remember the impact they had on your day or that, maybe, you had on theirs…
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