Reaching Across Divides
In November as I sat in a Newark airport at a crowded gate, across
from me was a dark-skinned man in a turban, a Sikh. Suddenly he left.
When he reappeared, he was pushing an elderly woman in a wheelchair,
which he parked by me. Her husband sat on the other side of the empty
chair beside me. The four of us chatted, and I gestured to the Sikh that
he sit in the empty chair. He shook his head, probably because he was
thoughtfully leaving it for someone else. Shortly, a Black woman dressed
elegantly for a funeral sat in the chair.
The woman in the wheelchair asked the Sufi if he were a doctor. He
was. She said she thought so because of his kindness. He explained that
in his religion when someone was in need, you must act to help. It has
to be so much a part of you that you don’t think twice. You respond
spontaneously. And then you don’t reflect on your good deed later, or
you will get a swelled ego! Boarding the plane, I glanced back and the
Sikh gave me a thumbs-up. Click to continue
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