My apologies for being late with this post. Today’s been a busy day here with appointments, lunch, the library, the post office… It’s nice and cool and I really should be mowing and cleaning and doing yard work… Wow, I’m wore out just thinking about it! But before I go to work… or lay down and nap (praying for rain… it’s a good excuse), I wanted to get this Something Beyond Greatness Daily Post in.
One of the things that was discussed in the book was how people who do heroic acts of kindness, like jump in freezing water to save a drowning person or stand up against a group of bullies to protect another, just do it. They don’t think about whether they’ll die from hypothermia or take the other person’s beating. It just seemed like the right and often only choice. In the book, the author’s call this having an Instrument Consciousness. Your ego steps aside which allows you to be open to be guided by God (fate, destiny, The Force) to do great things.
My own personal experience with this happened a couple years ago. I was sitting on the front porch around 11 pm, talking to my mom on my cell phone. I happened to notice a strange orange glow through the clouds over the hill across the street. At first, I thought it was just the moon trying to shine through, but the intensity of the light waxed and waned, and it just wasn’t right. Being of a curious *translation: NOSY* nature, I got up and began walking up the street toward it.
What it turned out to be was a house with the attic area engulfed in flames. I had been telling my mom about investigating the weird glow, and suddenly said, “Mom, I gotta go. The house is on fire.” I was running by then and dialing 911 on the phone (btw, 911 on a cell goes to a nat’l center and you tell them the emergency then they redirect your call to your local authorities. Save time, program the local number in the phone.) While I was on with the operator, telling them the address of the house, I was running in to rouse the sleeping inhabitants.
Imagine. I didn’t knock on the door, I just busted in. I’m yelling, “Get out! Your house is on fire!” and wrenching people from their beds. Yelling to the mom, “Is there anyone else? Is there anyone upstairs? What can I grab for you?” I didn’t think about manners, or LAWS, I broke in! But there wasn’t any other choice. It was impossible to turn and go home. It was impossible to knock politely and inform them. I didn’t suggest they exit the burning building. I pushed them out.
I don’t tell you this because I’m bragging about being a hero. Does it make me a hero when I had no choice? I was only an instrument.
What acts of kindness have you done when there didn’t seem to be another choice?
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