if you just manage to reach ONE person, that’s enough

Going to practice, with a mist of rain that’s showing off all the beautiful coloured leaves the trees and bushes are about to shed.

Practice for me is a place for joy, a sense of relief and cooperation

You help people , people help you; keep your chin down, relax your shoulders, give a little more, you got it, keep it going, do it in one motion, keep your eyes up and open,

Today was a great day!

Standing waiting for the bus, one girl probably going home as well as a gentleman nicely dressed. We’re just standing there in the misty rain, as the buss arrives, I’m the last one on. We travel a few stops and I hear an old man say “going to Helsingborg”, he walks slowly but surly, as fast as his cement feet will carry him. The buss driver kindly waits to start driving as the man passes a few seats to sit down at the middle of the buss in a seat near the isle and door. He asks a kid with his head phones on,” does this bus take me to the central station”. The kid looking at the man looking at him removes his headphones and says “yes”. The man asks “is it soon” the kid doesn’t give a reply. I’m looking at a buss filed with people and not one looks interested in helping. I answer the man (of course) “its soon, we are getting off at the same stop so just wait”, I inform him its two more stops, tell him to remain seated as the buss is going to turn. The buss turns, the buss stops and I help him off, grabbing his hand to support the weight, the man holds a firm grip, I keep my arm and hand in place and walk with him. He starts to talk; he has lived in Helsinborg since 1951, raised in Lund but graduated a lawyer in Eslöv, Which he numerous times emphasises. I tell him we will most likely be on the same train so I walk with him in his pace and I’m selfishly thinking (will I make it in time, ill have to wait 40 min for the next train if I miss this one.) we go up the escalator we go down the escalator, I see the train and the doors almost about to close, I tell him” its this one” and rush to hold the doors, I help him on, and he thanks me for the assistance (It was a sure pleasure to have met this man). I find a seat in front of two teen kids with a backpack layng in front on two empty seats, I ask if it was taken the kid mumbled something and removes the backpack. I asked him what he said, he replies “just a bad joke”, I tell him I didn’t hear him and that bad jokes can also be funny. The man still has not sat down so for some reason keep an eye on him, the train rickshaws when it starts. Finally he sat down. (Thank god). Me and the kids begin to talk, both just graduated, one of them loves making money working in construction. The other is a student, studying something about soccer. They both say they don’t have nor need skills to perform their tasks and I as I always do turn it around, tell them of course they have skills; every task is unique and requires certain attention, focus, and skill. There is a bright side to every angel. They light up, the kids actually light up, happy as can be as if no one has ever told them they are skilled. Well my stop is there, I stand up and see a friend of a friend, we talk and I impolitely disregarded the kids (really wish I hadn’t, could have said bye) we talk, I walk to my next buss and she walks to her bike and we part. I get on the buss and there is a kid with his feet up on the seat, I stop, point and say, “you wouldn’t want to sit there”, he says “no” and takes his feet down. A woman comes with a stroller and the bus is at least 1foot away from the curb, I help her with the stroller.

   I see this as karma. I got to help at practice and in return got help and it spread with in me without even thinking about it, I helped others. The feeling of helping is unexplainable and usually unexpected.

     I’m a firm believer that ‘if you just manage to reach ONE person, that’s enough’. So here I am sitting, sweaty and sore which is an amazing feeling, about to jump in the shower then eat some of the “oceans goodies” on a sandwich with maybe some soup. I got to go, I smell like ligament (menthol)   and sweat.