Accidental Blessings, Part 3

Colors__Lots_of_colors__by_Lothar23I made a new friend at the Vancouver Goodwill last week. I was taking care of some dull piece of business at the counter when an employee I had never met, Greg, came by and noticed my tee shirt. I happened to be wearing my “Negro Baseball League” shirt, which was discarded in the laundry room of my last residence and is how I came to be in possession of it. I imagine it was left by someone who wasn’t black; otherwise, it would have been kept. I make this statement because it was new; its decals weren’t cracked or faded. Besides the beautiful design on the front, the shirt had on its back the names and professional logos of all 20 NBL teams, along with the years when each was drafted into the league.

NBLFor those who don’t know about the NBL, it used to be its own separate league back when America was still doing the segregation thing. During those years, black baseball players could break all the records they wanted, but it didn’t count because the stats were snubbed by Major League Baseball. This was a significant injustice since there were some extraordinary players in the league, some of whose records would stand to this day if they had been recognized. One such player was Satchel Page, who not only possessed phenomenal athletic ability but was a certified wordsmith as well. Many memorable quotes are attributed to him.

When I found the tee shirt, I loved the look of it but, incidentally, I was also short on wardrobe at the time. So I adopted the shirt and started wearing it to work. I made jokes about having to quit the league when people laughed at me for wearing an NBL tee shirt. It was quite the conversation piece!

Then, last week at Goodwill, my new friend Greg was walking by, noticed the shirt and commented, “Nice shirt.” (Greg is African American.) I agreed and showed him the logos on the back. I could tell his mouth was watering. He told me, “You need to give that up.”

splash_of_colors-1920x1080It was one of those situations that often move me to commit random acts of kindness, and this was no exception. I told him, “I can tell you really like the shirt, so you should have it.” He gave me his business card so I could mail it to him. I didn’t explain my transportation predicament, but I’m sure he figured out that I was pedaling and lived miles away; hence, the plan to mail the shirt to him. Now, however, I think I might actually go in there and give it to him. I can use the trip to accomplish other things, and this way I can see his expression when I give him the tee shirt.

How do I say this without seeming to call attention to some imagined nobility on my part? This is the sort of thing that lots of people say they’re going to do but which few people actually do. I made up my mind on the spot that I was going to follow through on this. Over the last few years, I have become aware of a deepening sense of regret over my unfortunate tendency to make promises without following through. I’m tired of feeling like a flake, so I resolved that I’m not going to do this anymore. I’m sure I’ll get stuck doing some very difficult and inconvenient things, but this is the process by which people learn not to make commitments offhandedly. It is our commitments, not our follow-through, that must be adjusted to our means.

What a lot of substance there turned out to be in one little 60-second encounter! Lessons on joy, social awareness, wisdom and virtue, all for the price of a few seconds of paying attention to God’s creatures around me. I haven’t even had a proper conversation with Greg so far, and I’m enough of a realist to admit that perhaps there won’t be any great social developments from this (such as a lifelong friendship). I’m okay with this. Sometimes these things remain in the miscellaneous file, and that’s fine. There are some great memories in that file (which, by the way, I am tentatively dubbing the “Accidental Blessings” file). Thank you, Lord, for keeping the great blessings hopper in the sky going. What would we do without you?

Postscript 2/5/13: 

I finally delivered the tee-shirt to Greg yesterday. Judging by his amazement at being presented with the shirt, he had not really expected me to go to the trouble of getting the item to him. It is as I surmised: people say things like this all the time and rarely follow through. The reality of this disconnect is chalked up to life as usual, but it is a socio-cultural crisis of integrity.

After nearly three weeks, Greg had forgotten all about the conversation and the shirt. When I had him summoned to the receptionist’s desk at Goodwill, he didn’t register any recognition as he looked at me. Of course, we had only met once, and our conversation had been brief. I held the folded tee-shirt out to him (which I had laundered), and he simply looked at it dumbly, even as I was recapping our initial meeting to him. The scene was equal parts awkward and glorious.

Paul_Barnes_Tree_Of_JoyWhen he finally realized what was happening, Greg’s countenance suddenly burst into an expression of astonished pleasure. He really couldn’t believe that I had done such a thing for a total stranger. He thanked me and shook my hand no less than three times! Then he asked me what he owed me.

This was my favorite part of the encounter. I replied: “Just a smile and a ‘praise God.'”

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About Douglas Abbott

I am a freelance writer by trade, philosopher and comedian by accident of birth. I am an assiduous observer of humanity and endlessly fascinated with people, the common elements that make us human, what motivates people and the fingerprint of God in all of us. I enjoy exploring the universe in my search for meaning, beauty and friendship. My writing is an extension of all these things and something I did for fun long before I ever got paid. My hope is that the reader will find in this portfolio a pleasing and inspiring literary hodgepodge. Good reading!
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3 Responses to Accidental Blessings, Part 3

  1. fcb3 says:

    Great post Doug; I like the idea of doing things without any expectation. Actually, my first positive impression of Christianity was recognizing a person doing good with no agenda; it rocked my little cynical world.
    Fred

  2. Douglas Abbott says:

    Thanks for reading and commenting, Fred! I think these little actions might be much more significant than we know. I get enjoyment out of doing things like this, but the greater force at work is God’s loving orchestration. I have gotten to the point where I stumble into situations like this, and, in the middle of them, feel a rush of excitement. It’s like I know that I have landed in one of those “divine encounters,” and I know what to do. These things are usually random, and I am presented with an opportunity to do something without any personal benefit. Like you said, occurrences like this “rocked your world.” We have no way of knowing how much we may be affecting others when we do things like this. Something wonderful happens when we reach out to bless someone else for unselfish reasons. It’s like God swoops in with a big smile on His face when we get out of our self-centered posture. I want to be an instrument of God to “rock” others’ worlds. The best part of all this is that I get blessed at the same time. What a deal!

  3. fcb3 says:

    Yes, the wages of the Kingdom are rich, and these “Divine Encounters” are what keep me motivated. I put a link below to a short video about the blessings we get in loving. I don’t know if this man’s a Christian or not, his grandfather was and left an indelible mark on him. But the rewards of God’s blessings extend to all in my way of thinking. I rather think that the feelings of compassion and sympathy are the gates to spiritual blessing and may actually be the heart of God which He uses for the betterment of all and are common to man. I believe as we get closer to God we experience an even greater ability to hear this voice and bring about the designs of God more fully; but each response to compassion has value whether pagan or priest.

    http://www.upworthy.com/this-pink-haired-narcissist-has-something-to-teach-us-about-being-a-good-person?c=ufb1

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