June 6th 2009
Travel allows me to exercise choices, on a daily basis,
which provide proof of who I am.
It allows me to choose
compassion for others while balancing compassion for myself.
What gives, what doesn't give.
What do I tolerate/allow, or not.
When do I intercede, or not.
My back hurting, with about 18 pounds on it, I want to sit
taking the tram in Budapest. And there's an empty seat.
Do I give up my seat to the older woman?
I motion to her that I will stand and she motions to me that
I should stay seated.
And we smile at each other.
It warms my heart and confirms our goodness.
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