Here is a story
(possibly apocryphal, but powerful nevertheless) about a man who acted in the
spirit of love and about what he consequently learned.
Many years ago an old
man stood on a Virginia riverbank. He was waiting to cross the river and, since
it was bitterly cold and there were no bridges, he was hoping to get a ride
across on horseback. After a lengthy wait he spotted a group of horsemen approaching.
He let the first one pass, then the second, third, fourth and fifth. One rider
remained. As he drew abreast, the old man looked him in the eye and said, “Sir,
would you give me a ride across the river?”
The rider immediately
replied, “Certainly.” Once across the river, the old man slid to the ground.
“Sir,” the rider said before leaving. “I could not help but notice that you
permitted all the other men to pass without asking for a ride. Then, when I
drew abreast, you immediately asked me to carry you across. I am curious as to
why you didn’t ask them and you did ask me.”
The old man quietly
responded, “I looked into their eyes and could see no love and knew in my own
heart it would be useless to ask for a ride. But when I looked into your eyes,
I saw compassion, love and the willingness to help. I knew you would be glad to
give me a ride across the river.”
The rider was touched.
“I’m grateful for what you are saying,” he said. “I appreciate it very much.”
With that, Thomas Jefferson turned and rode off to the White House.
It is often said that
our eyes are the windows to our souls. If that is true, what is it that our
eyes show about us? Or let me ask it a different way: if you had been the last
rider, would the old man have asked you for a ride?
A good question. For it
is said that others will know us by our love. Some will see it in the things we
do and some in the things we say. And a few perceptive souls, like the old man
in the story, may catch a glimmer of a loving and generous spirit in the
expression of kind eyes.
May you be easily
recognized by your love.
-– Steve Goodier (Life Support System)
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