The crush stories are in!
A huge thank you for everyone who participated. We will announce the winners on Valentine’s Day.
The best thing that happened to me yesterday was chatting with my UPS man. Now, I don’t know how many of you have a crush on your UPS driver (come one, admit it!) but I can safely say, my entire neighborhood is totally crushed out on ours. Rodney. We all talk about him.
He told me an incredible story about recently driving in the Oakland hills very late at night, swerving to miss a deer and driving off a cliff. The car was smashed to bits, totalled, but he was fine. He climbed out with literally one tiny scratch. He called his wife to pick him up and went home to sleep.
The next day at the accident site, the police were incredulous. “You were in there?” they asked, “That’s not possible!” As I looked at Rodney’s kind face, I could only imagine that angels were holding onto him, one on each arm, carrying him safely down the hill and placing him gently back in the car.
When I asked him if the experience had changed him, he paused for a minute and replied with a smile, “Things taste better now.”
As I walked away, I tried to borrow a little bit of this perspective. To feel the weight of my feet on the pavement, to taste my earl grey tea as it went down, the warmth, the orange-iness. Why do we only get these glimpses, these little windows into our real experience, when something really horrible happens to us? or when someone we know gets hurt? Somehow through pain we gain access to the truth about our lives.
So I offer that to you today. The taste of sweet toffee on your lips, the coolness of the air in your lungs, the feeling of being alive and having everything taste a little bit better.
“How often have you been willing to look at your face in the mirror, without being embarrassed? How many times have you tried to shield yourself by reading the newspaper, watching television, or just spacing out? That is the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question: how much have you connected with yourself at all in your whole life?”
– Chogyam Trungpa