Resilience
“The
point is to see the person standing right in front of me, who has no
substitute, who can never be replaced, whose heart holds things for
which there is no language, whose life is an unsolved mystery. The
moment I turn that person into a character in my own story, the
encounter is over. I have stopped being a human being and have become
a fiction writer instead.”
Barbara
Brown Taylor (An Altar in the World)
My
friend, Isie, and I meet at the Lakeshore gym every Wednesday to work
out together. Lakeshore is both a rehabilitation facility and a
training center for wheelchair athletes. The USA paralympic
basketball and tennis teams train there. But, anyone who is over
fifty-five, or who has a chronic medical condition, can also use
their extra-fine facility. I chose Lakeshore over many other, closer
gyms simply because there are very few nubile Nymphs and Adonises
sweating away at the machines, and my old gray hair does not stick
out like a sore thumb. I feel at home.
Yesterday,
Isie and I worked out for about forty-five minutes and then went to
the field house to walk. While we circled, curtains were lowered
around the middle basketball court, and a group of wheelchair
athletes began practice. What they can do in those chairs is truly
staggering. On the track, around the edges, other folks with physical
disabilities were assisted into three-wheeled bikes, some with only
pedals, some with only hand-cranks, and they began whizzing around
the courts, going the opposite direction as Isie and me. Able bodied
people walked and ran on the track, and a Bocce Ball game was in full
swing in the front court. At the very back, a young couple with Down
Syndrome played a lively, and quite excellent game of ping-pong.
Everyone in the entire field house wore big smiles on their faces.
They were having fun, feeling alive. I smiled, too. It's an uplifting
place to exercise both body and soul.
Lakeshore
is a reminder to me that everyone has a story. People for whom my
first response is sympathy, show their love of life in whatever body
they possess. Their stories are good and strong, and not my story of
sympathy. One man on staff there has only stumps where once he had
arms and legs. He is dating the pool director, who is both attractive
and able bodied. That's only part of his story, but a very intriguing
part, I must say. I love being there among these stories, and being
part of something encouraging.
The
point is to see the person in front of me, regardless of ability, as
they are, and not draped in the trappings of my own feelings and
emotions. They are themselves, and exactly who they are meant to be.
Though I may write about them as they seem to me, I can never really
know who they are to themselves. I can only marvel at human
resilience and the determination of Spirit to try out every form of
life in this world. She lives and breathes in everyone and everything
in creation.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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