12/21/2021
“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during
rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired
people who were deeply irritated with one another, with the world itself.
Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have
been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat.
Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.
But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the
intercom."Folks," he said, "I know you have had a rough day and you are
frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here is
what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my
hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand,
okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight, just leave
them with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by
there later, I will open the window and throw your troubles in the water."
It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces
gleamed with surprised delight. People who had been pretending for the past
hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each
other like, is this guy serious?
Oh, he was serious.
At the next stop, just as promised, the driver reached out his hand, palm
up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand
just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm.
Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up but everyone did it.
The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the
next. All the way to the river.
We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it is extra difficult to be
a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day
that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money,
friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the
news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything
seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to
find it.
But what if you are the light? What if you are the very agent of
illumination that a dark situation begs for?. That’s what this bus driver
taught me, that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t
some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some
media-savvy influencer. He was a bus driver, one of society’s most
invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully
for our benefit.
When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in
the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What
can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all
wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely
different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some
influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn
each other’s name.
"No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your
situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I
believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated, one bright
act of grace at a time, all the way to the river."
~Elizabeth Gilbert