In
the spring of 1992, I attended a preparatory meeting for The Global Forum, a
parallel event to the Earth Summit. Global Heart, in Tucson, Arizona hosted our
gathering. Each participant was
wide-eyed at the prospect of attending the largest gathering of world leaders
in recorded history. The possibilities
loomed, as we believed this to be our chance to make a difference.
We were an odd mixture of humankind, but our
belief in the human spirit made our differences dissolve. Together, we would forge a plan that might
touch the lives of others and contribute to planetary restoration. Our meeting
opened with great hopes, and then harsh realities settled in. We learned the
plight of the street children. Word had
it that Rio de Janeiro was being cleaned up so that when the politicians,
diplomats, ambassadors and leaders of Non-Governmental-Organizations arrived,
there would be no trouble. The streets were being "cleaned up" by hunting down
and shooting the street children. As
members of various delegations, we knew we were the ones going to Rio. We were the ones
protected. Our first task was issuing
a statement pleading to the Brazilian government for protection for the
children. Certainly, if we were to
support basic human rights, the killing of humans without just cause was a
crime. We never received a reply, nor knew whether our voice made any
difference. We do know that children died in the name of our safety.
When
we arrived in Rio, armed soldiers protected us. Chain-link fences surrounded all conference
sights and only those proper credentials passed through. How odd! We were there to share in human spirit, but
we became a part of the very system that alienates the human heart.
December
10 marked the 63st anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human
Rights. It is difficult to believe that
in 2012, denial of basic human rights occurs.
In a world where technology brings affluence and exciting new
relationships with other countries, starvation, genocide and environmental destruction
continue. In the face of the interminable problems facing the human and animal
races, and our earth, the question seems even more important. "What
can I do to make a difference?" The question really means, "How can I
serve?" When we are fully engaged in
life, it becomes imperative to serve.
Service is the heart's call to join with our global family in the joys
and sorrows.
The
Arizona
planning meeting included brainstorming sessions to clarify our mission and
discover the vision. We not only wanted to assist the process of planetary
healing through UN dialogues, we wanted to serve the community. I wondered if we could possibly identify with
the effects of systemic poverty. None of
us had known hunger, poverty or homelessness. We were all members of the "have"
group. I raised a question to the group
of well- educated, upper-middle-class people. "How many of you have been hungry
for an extended period of time?" I
expected no one to respond. To my
astonishment, over half of the people in the room raised their hands. They
began to share their stories about hunger.
One
woman was in graduate school. She could
barely pay her tuition and living expenses.
She was embarrassed about not having any money. She couldn't tell anyone. Her family could have easily afforded to help
her out. In shame, she created the
pretense of having it all together. She talked with us about
getting catsup and sugar from fast-food restaurants for her meals. One day a homeless man approached asking for
money. She recognized him as someone she
had given money to on several occasions.
"I have given you a nickel or dime every time you have asked for
money. Today, I have no money to share. I am hungry and need money." He instantly pulled out ten dollars and
thrust it toward her. She wasn't too
proud to receive and his gesture made them members of the same family.
The
session was a turning point for me. I
realized how close the threads of life bind us together. How could I have guessed that so many people
in our group had known poverty and hunger?
I
went to Rio for three weeks and subsequently
attended other international conferences aimed at saving our planet and our
lives. In my zeal to serve, I thought, I
had to take on global issues. I had to
do big things in order to make a difference.
One
sun warmed day I walked in the park. My pace was the same as that of a fellow
traveler and our synchronized step gave rise to conversation. She was a
restroom attendant at a local country club.
A chance encounter, two days in a row, allowed our barriers to
soften. We became sisters as we spoke of
our children, loves, hopes and dreams.
Magic happened; and who we were together
made a difference.
I
thought of the effort that I have
made to alleviate spiritual, emotional and planetary suffering. Here, with no effort, I entered the healing
dance. The sacred walk, was taken by
two, who met unexpectedly on life's journey.
The encounter made me realize that the question, "How can I make a difference?" would better serve me if I asked, "How can I make a difference today, right
where I am?"
Dharma,
the path of righteousness, is about living in right action. This does not
mean doing the right thing all the time; it means doing what makes us feel the
deepest connection to our spirits.
Dharma holds us accountable to the moment. What attitudes do we need
hold? Will we be present and fully alive?
Will we let others into our hearts today? How will we treat the bank
teller or the grocery checkout person? Will we reach out? Will we have
communion with them or will they become another check on our "to do" list?
Maybe the only difference we can make is to
respond to each moment as if it is a gift and then to share that gift with
others. It is easy to make a difference, if it is hard, we might not do
it. We don't need any more burdens, we
need more joys. Making a difference can
be a joy and can be Easier and Easier...