Today I experienced something so singular that it made me realize the world isn’t such a bad place after all. I found myself in the company of nearly 3,000 Sikh’s on the grounds of their temple where they held a carnival like no other I have attended.
I am fortunate to have met about a year and a half ago a humble man in one of the exercise clubs that I call my second home. Over the course of time we befriended each other and in a world of separateness and strong ethnicity he embraced my friendship as I did his. When I was introduced to his family at a festive occasion at his home his relatives took it upon themselves to welcome this vanilla man as if they knew me for years. A hard workingman from India who wears his humility like a blessing and shares his abundance as openly as only the true heart can beat.
Maybe it was my imagination or just my wishful thinking but I could swear that on those hallowed grounds something special was brewing. I was anxious for sustenance and as I reticently approached one of the food stands, to partake in the culinary delights a lovely woman adorned in a colorful sari smiled at me and motioned me closer to sample the offerings. She lit my countenance in return and I felt like I was home. And as I wandered the grounds chatting to anyone and everyone I found that their friendly demeanor rivaled friends I’ve had for many a year.
My friend reminded me of Marlon Brando in: The Wild One. He wore dark shades and an American Flag bandana and the only thing missing was his motorcycle. And as he directed the cars onto the temple grounds he took pride in being traffic cop for the day with the same devotion he gives at work, at play, with his family and friends. Just someone I admire and a wonderful model for his son. He takes pride in everything he does and when he takes you in to his confidence you will have a different meaning as to what a friend is.
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