I’ve been hunkering down. In the next week,you’ll see some of the first products from this sabbatical.
Pretty amazing, given all the rest of what has been drawing me away from sabbatical and back to the real world, including training our first paid staff person at Creating the Future (which is a full time job with huge rewards, but a full-time job nonetheless).
Distraction is everywhere, including – as I noted last week – the fact that very tool I use to do my writing is perhaps the worst source of distraction. Nowhere is that more the case than with Humans of New York.
I subscribe to their Facebook stream, which means that every hour or so, a new photo arrives, along with the story of the photo. And oh the stories!
“What do you feel most guilty about?”
“That I live on the West Coast, and my mom lives here on her own. I’m here on business, so I just got to visit her. My friend calls these ‘lightbulb trips.’ When you visit your older parent after not seeing them for awhile, and there’s something simple they need you to do, like a burned out lightbulb that they need you to reach, and you realize that if you hadn’t come, they’d have been sitting in the dark.”
I’ve had those lightbulb moments. Pretty much everyone past a certain age has had them with their own parents. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but add those words and I know the woman in that photo. I want to tell her, “Me, too.”
This story grabbed me as well:
“I built this book cart after my bagpipes got stolen, because I couldn’t afford a new set of bagpipes, and I needed to support myself. I used to sell teddy bears too. But one day last year, three undercover policeman showed up and took me to jail. It was just like a TV show— one was dressed like a rapper, the other like a hooker, and the other like a tourist. They said you need a permit to sell manufactured goods. You’re allowed to sell art, just not manufactured goods. I tried to tell them that my teddy bears were art because I dressed them and customized them. But all they said was: ‘You’re going to jail.’ I had to spend 2 days in jail. The judge threw out the case. But they never gave me back my teddy bears.”
If you don’t already subscribe to their feed, whether by email or Facebook or wherever, give yourself the treat of feeling what it is to be part of this human race. Subscribe to Humans of New York. And then please please please let me know which ones are your favorites!
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