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Have you seen the movie,
Crazy in Alabama? Somebody along the way recommended it to me and recently I watched
it with my partner, Susan. The movie, which is set in a small Alabama town in
1965 at the height of the Civil Rights movement, alternates between eccentric
comedy and serious drama. It tells two parallel stories. One of a free-spirited
woman who kills her abusive husband and heads for Hollywood, where she's convinced
that television stardom awaits her. The other involves a group of black students
protesting the town's racially segregated municipal swimming pool, leading to
a protest that explodes into deadly violence. As I watched, the title kept popping
into my mind. I asked myself, "Who really is more absolutely, insanely crazy
here?"
That got me to thinking about an incident I witnessed while on a cruise with my
family a few years back. This is a sad story that continues to haunt me, and one
that ultimately has inspired me to create compassionate connections.
On the cruise ship a family passed me in the hallway all dressed up for an elegant
dinner and heading away from the ballroom. A 5 or 6 year old girl kept saying
over and over again, Im sorry, Daddy. I wont do it again. Her father just responded
sternly, No, its too late. The mother walked beside them in silence. The girl
was obviously terrified. At the time it sent shivers down my spine. My assumption
was that they were going back to their room so her father could give her a good
whipping. I walked on embarassed to be witnessing another family's "private
matters" and pretending that I didn't see a thing in that way that our society
has so effectively taught us.
Later, as I sat at dinner, I thought about what happened. Did her father not see
the terror he was inflicting on his daughter? It didn't matter to me what the
little girl did. What mattered to me was the little girl. I deeply regretted not
saying anything.
That memory continues to impact me today. I've thought about what would have happened
had I said something. The father might have ignored me and moved on. He might
have turned his rath on me. Or, I could have made a significant difference in
a little girls life.
Who in your life do you impact the most? Are you creating the kind of connection
with them that you would most enjoy? |