I’m
not sure how old I was the first time my family went to Disney World, but I do
recall taking Fave and Beauty when they were toddlers themselves.
I
have fond memories of running through the orange groves across from my
grandparents’ park, the blackish colored sand hot on my tender feet.
I
remember my grandfather’s tricks, pretending he was stealing our noses and
pulling magic quarters from behind our ears.
I
remember grandma, always with a sewing needle and garment in hand or a deck of
cards in some Solitaire formation.
I
remember a constant smell of food wafting through the house, the screened in
porch of their double-wide, swimming in the park’s pool, and that one time when
sun-poisoning blistered my fair skin.
I
remember bikes with baskets and bells and passing those many other children who
were also visiting grandparents.
And
though I don’t actually recall the first time I went through the amusement
park’s ride, that song, It’s a small,
small world, resurrects a joyful feeling.
It’s
the one thing I HAD to do with my own children the day we took them to see
Mickey and Minnie and all of the other beloved characters.
We
all know that Walt Disney was a dreamer who did,
a visionary who set into motion his thoughts.
But
I wonder if he knew that one day travel would be so widely available to
everyone, if he knew that college kids from all walks of life would have the
privilege of world views, if he knew that escaping to Paris would actually
become reality for Ordinary Joes and Janes.
And
I wonder what moved him to bring Switzerland and Denmark and Germany to the
relatively small town of Orlando.
“The
world is no longer small,’ I’ve said many times in the past five years, “it’s
microscopic.”
Though
my memory of that amusement park ride is still a bit sketchy, I remember with
distinct clarity the moment I realized just how tiny our world is.
As
treasurer for Fave’s Project Graduation committee, I had enlisted the
assistance of our personal accountant to help resolve some reporting and other
financial questions.
He pulled up a national database of Project Graduation committees from across
the country that had filed a relatively new non-profit form, and then he printed
the document and handed it to me, so I could see the format and content.
The
universe shrunk around me, instantaneously, and I could actually feel myself as
part of something so very vast and yet something so absolutely tiny.
A
bit like those images of a stick figure standing atop the globe, that’s the
best way to describe it, as if everything within the universe was within arm’s
length.
You
see, printed at the top of that page was Clear Lake High School. Galveston,
Texas.
At
the time, Fave was dating a girl he’d traveled the world with through
competition in their sport.
And,
you know what’s coming…she lived in Galveston. Texas.
It
wasn’t like the financial advisor had selected the first or last name from the
list, or the first name under an alphabet heading, even; he’d randomly clicked
on a name that turned out to be one from which I knew somebody.
That’s
the first time I declared the world to be microscopic.
I
know there was another incident that happened not too long after that one, but
I don’t recall the details.
But
get this, in January I received a phone call from my father.
He
was traveling from North Carolina to Canada on business and struck up a conversation
with the man sitting next to him.
“Where
are you headed? Where are you from?”
And
then, when the guy indicated he lived in a town ten minutes from my small town,
he asked "You don’t happen to know any Elizabeth’s do you?”
As
a matter of fact, this orthopedic surgeon had just seen my daughter five days
earlier for a follow-up to surgery he performed on her in December…
He
not only operated on our daughter, but he’s executed two surgeries on Warren,
and he’s not only helped monitor Fave’s health, he’s also supported the fundraisers
we’ve done to help cover his elite athletic endeavors.
WOW…right?
Microscopic world…
And
when I went to that Hay House writer’s workshop in Denver, Colorado a few weeks
ago?
I
struck up a conversation with the gentleman next to me, who lives less than
thirty minutes from my home AND his wife works at our local library…
He
wasn’t originally assigned the seat he was in, but had traded places with a
young girl so she could sit next to her fiancé.
Microscopic…
And
then, this past Sunday, in a room filled with about four-hundred people, I
sidled up to the stage to take pictures and video of Fave’s performance.
As
I cheered him on, a guy tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Are you his mom?”
That
guy?
He
not only hails from a small town twenty-five minutes from our tiny borough, he
is the official photographer for the team Fave just joined in the metropolis
that is Charlotte, NC…
MICROSCOPIC.
I
seem to recollect my father telling the story of rounding a corner in someplace
like Germany and literally bumping into someone he knew from the States, but I
never appreciated just how small the world is myself until recent years.
And
I must say, I do feel as if I could almost wrap my arms around our globe and
scratch any of its surfaces or its people…
What
about you? Have you ever experienced something that made the world seem even
smaller?
Until
next we meet again, yours in healing, hope, and happiness…
~AE
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Wow wow wow. That's pretty amazing, AE! Small, small world indeed. (These are the coolest moments.)
ReplyDeleteHow in the (microscopic) world did I miss your comment?!
DeleteFunny I should see this today, as I was at dinner with a friend when I remembered yet another incident, one that no matter how much steam came from my ears, I couldn't come up with it!
My friend was telling me that her son moved from Juno to Anchorage this past week, the same time that her brother was going to be in Anchorage on business!
Which reminded me that this past winter, Fave went to Melbourne, Australia for a teaching gig. Unbeknownst to any of us, my father and step mother had planned a cruise, which just so happened to stop in Melbourne the day my boy arrived... CAN YOU IMAGINE?!
So good to connect with you! It's been far too long! {HUGS}