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WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES ANYONE MAKE IN THIS WORLD? Have you ever truly noticed what a difference some people make in your life? I'm not talking about family or close friends, I'm talking about the so-called "stranger." I'm talking about the neighborhood florist, the grocery store clerk, and the art teacher who offers evening classes from his own little studio a few blocks from my home. Last night as I turned off the main street and began the last section of my drive home, I found myself once again looking over my right shoulder at the lovely neighborhood florist stand. The owner, a young hispanic man, stood diligently working. He has the nicest selection of flowers year round. He is clearly one who passionately lives and loves each day. Although he doesn't speak much English, he does read minds very well. Several times I've stopped in for a quick arrangement, pointed at a flower, and watched him slide through the window of my subsconscious and never look back at me, only to create the vision that I had first approached him with. His energy is so calm, so reassuring, that he doesn't have to say a word and I experience a type of healing that is hard to describe. As I sat at the stoplight, just witnessing him, I noticed a tremendous wave of peaceful light radiating outward from his body in all directions. It not only penetrated my neighborhood, but crossed the park behind me and cascaded down the canyon into the sea. Green light, turn right, and onward I drove three more blocks. There, at the corner of 32nd, I looked both directions for oncoming cars and made my way slowly into a left turn. As I cleared the final intersection, on the home stretch now, I looked into the windows of the community college ceramic studio owned by the young Asian man. He and I have never been introduced, I've not so much as taken a class from him either, and yet every time we get in proximity of one another, we look beyond the eyes into the soul and smile. It's as though we seek each other out like old friends to gift one another with this silent light's recognition. And, sure enough, he looks up just in time and our eyes meet, and as if in a mirror image, both our hands raise and wave. Again, I notice a tremendous wave of peaceful light and sound radiating outward in all directions from him, living his passion. I see the florist's energy waves combine with the teacher's, blanketing the region. Two blocks up the street I make a quick stop at Myrtle Market for a couple of items. Inside, the owners, a gay school teacher who works as the evening clerk, and his partner of the last decade are repainting trim around the deli counter. Together they purchased the old rundown grocery about a year ago and have made an enormous improvement in our neighborhood as a result of "embarking on their dream." As the teacher recaps the events of the day, an amusing kindergarten class that he'd taught earlier, he begins to act out a highlight by singing and dancing for us. For just two minutes of being exposed to their presence, I realize the two of them combined have such a powerful effect on me. They are such bright stars in a midnight sky, and strangely enough I realize they have no idea of their beauty. They are merely living in the purity of their own love. They have harnessed their passion and every flower in the place sings of it. And again, I notice a colossal wave of peaceful light and sound radiating outward in all directions from them. "My God," I think to myself, "I'm so thankful that these people live and love so close to my home. They may never know just how deeply they affect all of creation." I
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