A
man walks into a bar.
The
other night I happened to be walking out of Lincoln on the Wragby
road, and found myself drawn into the Adam and Eve public house. The
pub was busy, quite a number of people out celebrating the bank
holiday weekend no doubt. I got myself a drink and found a tidy
little corner where I could sit and hopefully write, as I have a
desire to write another song about the great and varied experiences I
am currently having with regularity. To my great joy, the group of
people directly next to this seating were very open and spontaneously
asked me if I would like to join them in their bid to win the pub
quiz challenge. I was very happy to engage with such warmth of
course, but didn't want to intrude into their conversation and yet
the offer was too good to refuse.
They
were a group of friends whom had met up for a reunion and just
randomly happened, like myself to be in this particular pub. Their
kindness and affection was evident so I soon felt at ease with being
included in the answering of the questions. My knowledge however is
not as sharp as it has been, and I only modestly contributed to a few
answers. Current affairs is not something I am to up to date on as I
don't watch television very often if at all. The conversation soon
opened up with one of the guys and I began to explain about how I
came to be in Lincoln and the reason for my social experiment and
interaction with people. He seemed fascinated and genuinely curious
as to what I had learned or experienced over the past year or so.
After
a while when the quiz had ended, they were readying for the move to a
further venue, and very generously invited me to join them. I was
flattered and touched by this show of thoughtfulness towards a
stranger, so I accepted the offer and we moved onto a new place close
by.
The
group of friends was made up of three married couples. The wives were
all from the same European country, and all had migrated here because
of love of their respective gentlemanly husbands. It was lovely to
see such happiness and considerate care between them all. I concluded
that they were all well educated and following careers they had
potentially chosen. They were flowing with kindness and they were
being very spontaneous and cordial towards this stranger, me. I was
offered a drink at the next pub and I gratefully accepted.
Now
I try not to look to being the centre of attention in any group but
as happens when strangers meet, names get mentioned at some point. My
choice of name is obviously a curiosity to many people and I happily
explained in brief detail about it. One of the women had read Dan
Millmans book, (Way of the Peaceful Warrior) so potentially
understood something more of the concept of being a Warrior who
attempts to be peaceful and peaceable towards others. Many questions
came as if it were another quiz, one that I have all the answers to
however....
I
hope that I was able to give clear and concise answers to the range
of inquiry raised. Understandably I was also curious about the group
who had generously invited me to join their conversations, and I
learnt much. Not possibly as much as I would have wished from such a
short event, but never the less I gleaned a lot of importance from
this seemingly random encounter. I had myself visited the country
from which they originated, and we were able to share one or two
tales of observation about my trip there some few years ago. They all
smiled broadly now, but explained why that may not have been normal
behaviour in their country and culture. I guess I hadn't really
understood before but what they revealed made great sense.
The
husbands likewise had a few of their own stories to tell about the
diversity of the experiences they had had when visiting and in
associations with in-laws. Soon time had elapsed and everyone was
thinking about drinking up and setting off home. The conversation was
interesting as it always is to me, yet it soon became apparent that
we often frequent the same coffee house in town, and were likely to
bump into each other again over the coming weeks. Which is lovely as
I now have the potential for another six coffee and conversation
partners. One of the gentlemen who was the designated driver offered
me a lift back to the Y.M.C.A, and I happily accepted.
I
have chosen to keep the details of the people mentioned here to
myself, as what I hope to come of this story is solely to show that
great and gracious people are common amongst the people whom reside
here in Lincoln. I am forever indebted to these people for such
openness and kindness in inviting a stranger into their midst. I
didn't feel any resentment towards me because of my current
situation, which is lovely to see and receive. Being jobless and
effectively homeless is not something that normally provokes deep
conversations amongst random strangers, but these people were clearly
above the quick judgement making of some elements of society. I was
humbled by their generosity of spirit and accepting of what they
received from our encounter.
I
send my thankfulness out to them and hope that they know my gratitude
is real. Much the same attitudes as I have experienced over the past
few months from many people and organisations in Lincoln. Many
mentioned in the previous article (R+evolution Lincoln) and now this
new group are reassuring me that hope is not lost in society
completely. Positive interactions with other human beings is
something we can all benefit from, but it is clear that each one of
us needs to be able to contribute something into this pot of
interactivity. You mostly get out what you put in. Like breeds like,
so if you breed negativity the evident reaction is likely to be more
negativity towards you in return. This is one of the most simple
realities I have encountered in all of my travels and investigations
about interactions.
So
my happiness is extended by the continued kindness of Lincoln life,
sharing, collaborating and respectfulness.
So,
a man walks into a bar as a stranger and leaves as a potential
friend. Now that's magic.....
May
love light and peace guard you all.
Peaceful
Warrior.
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