In
1960, I was fourteen years old and my mother was the first civil rights
activist that I knew. She did not march the streets. She lived her beliefs. She
had Blacks, Muslims, Gays and other minorities over to our house for dinner
almost every Sunday. She treated them all with the greatest respect and honor
like they were part of her family. She also spoke up loudly if anyone said
anything against one of these minorities. She often coached me, “Joyce,
remember every person is a child of God. It does not matter what color their
skin or their religion. Our God loves them all the same.” This love of humanity
and human rights is something that my mother has passed on to me, one of the
many gifts I have received being her daughter. In this way, she was one of my
heroes.
During
this same year, there was a crisis for one of my uncles. He and his family
lived close to us in Buffalo, New York, in a quiet simple middle class
neighborhood. He learned that a black family was going to move into the
neighborhood, about ten houses down from his house. My uncle was livid, and complained
bitterly to anyone who would listen. He felt it would ruin his neighborhood and
make it unsafe for his children, as well as bring down the value of his home. He
spent great time and effort visiting every single neighbor and explaining the
terrible result that would happen if this family moved in. He gathered
signatures, and if a neighbor did not want to sign his petition he repeatedly
went back to that house until they did sign.
After
much time and effort, he was ready to go the house of this black family and
give them the petition. He got dressed in a suit and tie and, armed with pages
of signatures, went to the house and rang the bell. A very large, powerfully-built
black man answered the door. My uncle quickly hid the petition behind his back
and held out his hand to welcome the man. You see, this man was my uncle’s hero
on the Buffalo Bills’ Football team.
Several
years ago at our Hawaii couple’s retreat, there was a man, who I will call Joe,
who looked with distain at the local people who lived in the area. Joe was a
CEO of a large company on the mainland, described himself often as “a very
important man,” and felt that these “hippies” were lazy and worthless. Many of
these locals had long unruly hair, colorful clothing, and were typically
gathered at the beach drumming, dancing juggling, or fire spinning. Joe spoke
often about how much he disliked them, even though he hardly ever saw them and
had no idea what they did when they were not at the beach.
One
day Joe went to the beach alone without any of our group with him. There is a
steep trail that must be climbed down to get to the beach. It is not
necessarily dangerous, but one must be careful. When it was time for Joe to leave the beach, he started climbing
the trail but slipped and fell, dislocating his knee. Joe lay there helpless
and in enormous pain. Very soon, one of these “good-for-nothing locals” spotted
him lying there in pain and ran to help. When this long-haired young man discovered
the extent of Joe’s injury, he ran to get his friends and together the men
carried him all the way to the top of the cliff, which is quite a journey
especially carrying someone in pain. They put Joe in a car and drove him all
the way back to the retreat center, helped him into his bed and then notified
the retreat center that he was hurt. Fortunately one of our group members was
an emergency room physician and he pulled Joe’s knee back into position again.
Joe was deeply humbled and to our whole group he stated, “I have been so wrong
in judging these locals just because of their hair and lifestyle choices. When
I really needed heroes, they stepped in and helped me.”
When
my mother was eighty-seven, three years before she died, she lived in a little
apartment above our garage. She believed in exercise, and each day when it was
not raining, she drove her little car to the beach and walked along the
sidewalk. At that time at Rio del Mar beach, there were a group of homeless men
who would sit on the wall at the entrance to the beach. These men sat there all
day and talked together. My mother learned their names and each day would stop
and talk with them. Soon they asked her if she would like to sit on the wall
with them and she gladly accepted, sitting with them for maybe a half hour each
day. She liked them very much and truly enjoyed their company. After a few months,
they asked her if she would like to be an official member of the “Wall Sitters’
Club.” My mother accepted and felt it was an honor to be included in their
conversations.
One
day some ladies from her church walked by as my mother was laughing with the
men. The ladies were shocked to see my mother there, and even though she wanted
to introduce them, the ladies rushed on by. Later that day my mother received a
call from one of these ladies who said, “Louise, you must be careful and you
should not sit on the wall with those men. They are homeless and could cause
danger to you.” My mother replied, “I trust that God loves them just as much as
He loves you and me. Those men have given me the gift of their friendship and I
am giving it back.”
There
is the potential for a hero and a friend within each person we meet, regardless
of the color of their skin, their religion, their sexual orientation or the
fact that they are a minority. We are all God’s precious children.
Joyce & Barry Vissell, a nurse/therapist and psychiatrist couple since 1964, are
counselors near Santa Cruz, CA, who are widely regarded as among the world's
top experts on conscious relationship and personal growth. They are the authors of The Shared Heart, Models of
Love, Risk to Be Healed, The Heart’s Wisdom, Meant
to Be, and
A Mother’s Final Gift.
Call Toll-Free 831-684-2299 or write to the Shared Heart Foundation, P.O. Box 2140,
Aptos, CA 95001, for further information on counseling sessions by phone or in
person, their books, recordings or their schedule of talks and workshops. Visit
their web site at SharedHeart.org
for their free monthly e-heartletter, their updated schedule, and inspiring
past articles on many topics about relationship and living from the heart.
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