Friday, January 28, 2022

Park Bench Therapy

 “Help carry each other’s burdens." ~ Galatians 6:2

Kendra was returning to her car after a dental appointment that’d left her lips as swollen as an African Suri (tribeswoman with lip plates).  Frustrated by work as a young advertising specialist and in pain following dental surgery, she flopped onto a local park bench.

She didn’t notice the old man hobbling by until he said in a barely audible tone, “You know, you’d be a lot prettier if you smiled.”  He looked to be in his seventies, was clean enough-looking, but the stuffed shopping cart he pushed told a different story.

Kendra turned and launched into a tirade, as only a privileged, millennial could do, ranting about how she’d been in a car accident and her convertible now had a dented bumper; how the swollen lip made it embarrassing to return to a crapload of work.

“Oh my,” he said in the most inviting voice she’d heard in some time. “I’m a pretty good listener.  Wanna sit for a spell?”

Kendra did.  “Sometimes I just want to quit.  Nonstop talk of COVID, protests, looting, violence.  I feel lost in the ugliness; convinced that this is the new normal. 

For nearly 20 minutes, he listened respectfully.  

It was so cathartic that she felt like she’d been with a therapist.  Kendra got up to leave and handed him a $20 bill with grateful thanks for his compassion.

“Don’t go yet,” he said.  “We’re not done.”  He got up and bought two cups of coffee with her $20, then sat back down and helped her develop a plan to get her car fixed, how to prioritize the most urgent needs at work, and advice to suck on a tea bag to help reduce the swelling.

Then he offered one final thought.  “At 79,” he began, “I’ve lived through a lot – polio, diphtheria, Vietnam and civil rights protests, and financial ruin.

The man seemed surprised when Kendra interrupted by suggesting that 2022 must be especially difficult for him.  He looked straight into her eyes.

“Not really,” he said warmly.  “I learned long ago not to view the world through printed headlines.  I see the world through the good people that surround me.  I write my own captions.”

“Husband Surprises Wife With Flowers.”  “Girl Visits Grandma in Nursing Home.”  “Lost Kitten Found Unharmed.”  He patted her hand.  “Old Man Makes New Friend!”

His words sideswiped her worries, untethering them from the stress that’ left her hamstrung by fear.  Her headline now read Woman Overwhelmed by Kindness!”

“Our capacity for love increases with every person we cross paths with.  But, too often we neglect those opportunities God places before us.  By the time we realize just how important that is, we find ourselves with fewer folks around to practice with.

Almighty Father, open my eyes to see you.  Open my ears that I might hear you when I cry, when I’m scared and when I feel crushed.  Help me anchor myself to You, Lord, and see the possibilities to bring good to this world for others.  Amen