Some days, all I can feel is sad.
It’s not a matter of weather or what has happened in the
day, but some other thing – perhaps an accumulation of world or even local
events that make the day tougher.
I’m not even talking about international terrorists or the
grid lock in congress, or even the grid lock in NYC streets due to the UN
insanity.
The biggest struggle is the every day struggle ordinary
people face.
Going back to places like Secaucus where I see faces I
haven’t seen in years I see this struggle in their faces, as they must seen
mine on my face.
Yesterday between meetings, I took some pictures of the
military monuments outside Secaucus town hall when a cop pulled up and grinned
at me.
I hadn’t seen him in a decade, but knew him from Facebook,
and he thanked me for posting a photo of him I had taken in the near by park,
one I had taken ten years earlier.
It wasn’t a great photo because I was using a terrible
camera, and I was shooting into the sun.
He was greeting two very small African American kids.
He didn’t even know I was taking a picture. He didn’t even
know anyone was looking.
It was one of those magical moments in life where I just
happened to look at him doing what he naturally did, and caught it.
“A lot of people comment about that photo,” he said,
slapping me on the shoulder as he headed into the police station and I headed
into the meeting.
Sometimes, magic is more important than logic, and
sometimes, our role in life isn’t to make great changes, but to document the
small changes people like this cop make.
And I guess, waking up this morning, I realized I need to do
more of that, preserving magical moments for the ordinary people, and let the
world spin on its wobbly axis in events I am too small to deal with anyway.
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