Compassion can be something that is easily intertwined with many other words: empathy, love, kindness, tolerance and even, humanity.
We live in a time where the best word to describe life is: FAST. I have days that fly by so quickly, I fail to recognize I’m still wearing the same outfit I woke up in.
Life is quick and we’re so busy keeping up that often times, we miss opportunities to be compassionate when it may be staring us straight in the face.
I was an employee at Trader Joe’s for five years. I worked many late night shifts that ended at 11:00pm and I’d frequent a gas station near the store I worked at. I’d stop for a bottle of water and a snack after each shift and always noticed the same man sitting out front of the gas station. He was quiet, he was humble, he kept to himself and I didn’t know much about him. I walked passed him time and time again. It was evident that he was homeless as some nights he’d be bundled up in his sleeping bag next to the drive-through car wash behind the gas station using his backpack with all his personal belongings as a pillow. He never asked me directly for money, never said anything to me, and rarely acknowledged me.
After seeing him about fifteen or so times, I decided to stop and say hello. That day happened to be a particularly trying day at work as some lunatic customer really put me over the edge. I was emotional and I was exhausted. I saw him on my way into the gas station and decided to grab both him and me a Gatorade. I walked back out and plopped down on the curb next to him, handed him a Gatorade, and introduced myself. I reached out my arm to shake his hand and with a look of surprise, he carefully reached his hand back out to mine. His hands were dry, cracked and frail, but his handshake was just the opposite; it was warm and welcomed.
He looked rough from afar, but when seated at eye level next to him I saw a man; a man buried deep beneath a weathered beard with sparkling blue eyes, a man whose frail body held a thousand stories. Though he didn’t share much with me about how he got to where he was, his face and disposition told me more than he could ever tell in words.
My first visit with him was about an hour. We discussed the weather, our faith, a Rabbi that blessed him at a young age, and his wants and desires to start a shelter that aided homeless people.
I listened.
People passed us by walking in and out of the gas station and took a double take when they saw me seated next to him. I almost felt a need to assure them that I was fine as the looks visibly came across as “Are you okay?” or “Is he bothering you?” I avoided eye contact with everyone except him, and I listened.
I pondered my life while he spoke. He sat there and told me how grateful he was for his life, how grateful he was to be alive, to be well, to have a God that blessed him and looked over him.
I listened.
And then I cried.
He took his hands out of his jacket pockets and reluctantly leaned in with a look that was surely a non-verbal cue for: “May I give you a hug?” Long before his hands were out of his pocket I leaned in and I hugged him. And I cried. I cried on his shoulder.
He didn’t ask me what was wrong and I was glad he didn’t. I was emotional walking into our encounter after my crappy day and sitting on that curb listening to this man who was living outside a gas station and, in that moment, appeared more grateful about life than I did made me feel pathetic. He patted me gently on the back and said “I will pray for you. God listens.”
I asked him if he needed anything, to which he responded “No. I appreciated your company. Thank-You.”
I bid him farewell and told him I’d be back to see him again. I drove home and reflected on my one hour visit with my new friend.
This man, Alan, managed to not just touch my heart in 60 minutes, he managed to give me a wide-eyed reality check, a compassionate one, at that.
I walked into that situation thinking that I was the one who was going to lead with compassion, that I was the one with empathy and was doing the “right thing.” I was the one who was going to stop and take a minute to show this man that I cared, that for a small amount of time, he had someone to chat with and a shoulder to lean on. Inevitably, he ended up being the shoulder I leaned on and subsequently, cried on.
That homeless stranger, Alan, ended up giving me one of the best lessons in compassion I’ve had in my adult life. I thought I’d be walking into a situation to offer something to a man who was clearly in need. Instead, he asked nothing of me. He spoke gently and I listened. Nothing he said was sad or tear provoking. It was listening to a man who was grateful to those around him, grateful to still be alive and well in this world that made me cry; tears of exhaustion, self-pity over my shitty day, but more so, guilt. Guilt for not recognizing what I had right in front of me; guilt that I was driving home from my shitty day from my job in my car, to my home, to be with my family…all things I learned my friend, Alan, did not have.
Compassion can be shown in many different ways. We can instill it in our children, we can show it to those around us, and sometimes, we can be hit by compassion when we least expect it.
Alan’s thoughtfulness, his minimal words, yet incredibly large heart gave me many lessons that day, gratitude and love to name a few. He taught me to slow down, to breathe life in, and most of all, that compassionate lessons can come from places, people, and times we may least expect.
NOTE as of 8/11/15: I started taking my daughter, Haydan, to see Alan. It started shortly after I wrote this piece. We brought him dinner on Easter and Thanksgiving, and a present just after Christmas. Barb has become friends with Alan and we stop from time-to-time to say hello. Barb loves Alan because he calls her an “Angel” and she thinks that is pretty fantastic. I think after a certain amount of visits, the reality of Alan’s living conditions penetrated. She talks about him non-stop and has tried to come up with unique ways to help Alan. While she hasn’t “saved enough to buy him a house,” she did bring him a sweatshirt, cookies she made and six pairs of socks. Each visit with Alan provides Barb with more compassion and empathy than I could give her in my finest hour as her mom. She is at an age where she understands, and I think these lessons are pivotal for our children. Barb is SO blessed, and these check-ins with Alan, from my perspective, remind her of that.
I wrote this post as a part of a world wide compassion movement. To learn more, click the image above or by searching #1000Speak on Twitter or Facebook.
#1000Speak
Every Click on the Banner Below Helps Better Rank Smash <3
Just a Click–That’s All It Takes 🙂
Thank you for this wonderful post. It is one of the more uplifting ones I’ve seen today.
Whoa!
Amazing post!
Struck right at my heart…
Thank you so much for sharing…. 🙂
So much more I need to learn…
Beautiful post. What a wonderful man Alan is. Did you ever see him again after that? Was it awkward? Did things change?
Thanks so much for bringing this story to 1000Speak 🙂
Thank-you! See him quite often. I bring my daughter and we bring him goodies and what not 🙂
What a truly amazing reminder to be grateful for every day, and every moment that we are blessed with! Thank you for this post; I really needed this at this moment.
<3 <3 Thank you, truly.
Okay, so your comment reply answered the question in the back of my mind as I read the post: what happened to Alan? Did you see him again? And you do see him, and reflect back to him the compassion that he showed to you. Awesome!
🙂 Yep, i still see him from time to time when I am in the area <3 <3
I was so happy to read that you have continued to visit with Alan. And that you bring your daughter. That is wonderful. All three of your lives have been enriched because of that choice you made to sit down and talk over Gatorades. And I do agree – compassion can strike at the least likeliest of times.
Thank you so much for your sweet words, Kelly <3
This is my favorite of the #1000Speak posts I have seen. Alan sounds like a lovely person — definitely the sort I would like to be friends with.
I am honestly taken aback by how beautiful this post is. I’m not really sure what else to say. I’m glad you were lucky enough to meet him because you seem pretty special yourself.
Wow. JoAnne, that is one of the nicest comments I’ve ever received. I am so grateful for the friendship I’ve formed with Alan as he has not only taught me a few life lessons but he later was introduced to my daughter and very quickly she was also served with a reminder as to what a blessed life she has. Thank-you so much for reading and for such an incredibly kind comment. As a writer/blogger, truthfully, sometimes these are the things that keep you going. Knowing your written words resonate with someone and make them FEEL something <3 Thank-you again for taking the time to read and for such a beautiful and motivating comment. Truly.
How incredibly giving you are.
What amazes me is that we were both a part of #1000Speak before we knew each other and I never came across your post, but I’m so glad that I found you through the blogosphere because you are a beautiful soul.
And Alan seems like a pretty amazing guy. You and Barb are super lucky to have such a wise friend. And he’s pretty lucky to have both of you as well.
awww. I love you, Chrissy <3
Ahhhh as soon as I started reading, I remembered this 🙂 So glad you’re still in touch with him.