Today I did a good deed.
I gave a lift to someone that it would have been easier to avoid. It’s no big deal I know but after dropping the person off I felt pretty good about myself.
I imagined my son, Connor, congratulating me – it’s the sort of thing he would have done without thinking. A minute or so later I also stopped in the road to let someone cross (the weather wasn’t that good), it’s something as a driver I try to do a lot – flashing drivers to pull out in front of me if the road is busy, that sort of thing.
And again I imagined Connor saying:
“You’re a good man Dad”
And I allowed myself to respond “Yeah, I am aren’t I”
I do try to think of others at least.
I then continued my imaginary conversation by adding:
“The trouble is I share my head with someone who isn’t so good”
By which I meant that I’m aware sometimes (often) that I’m not being so noble, but continue anyway. Almost as if there is a lesser, darker more jealous side of me who shares or even has majority control over what surfaces from Roger Tandy.
My imaginary retort from Connor was quick as a flash:
“Maybe he’s not bad – maybe he’s just scared – afraid”
It instantly lifted me an I could see the truth in it.
What I’m able to do with that I can’t say – but I’m very grateful for the insight.
I Know this applies to most people too. I hope you can see the truth in it.