If I do it for me, I won’t do it at all.
We met on an F train 2 years ago, and recently reconnected for a late dinner at Madison Square Park. Thanks Facebook.
She told me about she overcame a digestive disorder by replacing negative people with positive ones. She told me she was going to drop out of college and start her own business. She was going to get a last minute ticket and go to Burning Man with her boyfriend. She was going to give a TED talk.
Then we walked from 23rd street to Astor place. It was a hot night. A NYC city summer night. We hugged and said goodbye.
I got back on the train to head uptown. I try to learn something from every interaction. From every person. She kept saying, “I need to do it for other people because if I do it myself, I won’t do it at all.” I kept hearing that.
I asked her what the title of her book would be, her story, her feature film. I love asking that question. It’s one of my favorite ways to light people’s minds on creative fire.
I’m embarrassed to say I don’t remember her answer. I usually remember everything, but my mind went somewhere else. To some other place. Some other thought.
And on the road home, I was reminded where it went. To this lesson.
That she had so much to say. Recounting more than 2 years in less than an hour. So many lives she had lived. Lessons, pain, love, joy, sickness, wellness, so much.
Then the takeaway was this….
Maybe all that’s missing from our story,
Is someone who will listen to it.
Did you hear that?
If you did, I thank you.