Be the Cause

International Forgiveness Day!!!

This last July, Cindy and Sonali—BTC Volunteers put together an International “Be the Cause” Forgiveness Day….and let me just say…it was a special special eve! The gathering was held at Cabrillo Beach in San Pedro, CA. When I came up to the circle of people who were at this event, I was touched by the posters that people made–illustrations of compassion, love, hugs, forgiveness.

What is forgiveness? Some quotes that I saw online may describe this word called forgiveness that sometimes baffles all of us…I admit, I don’t even know sometimes when something upsets me until it does and sometimes it is hard to let go of hurt, but I always feel all the better for it…no matter if I don’t feel forgiven or whatever wrong I feel has been done to me. Sometimes as stated at this amazing evening of sharing…the hardest one to forgive is oneself. Back to the quotes…here are some that I resonated with:

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.-Plato

When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free.-Catherine Ponder

To err is human; to forgive, divine.-Alexander Pope

If I cannot forgive myself for all the blunders
That I have made over the years,
Then how can I proceed?
How can I ever dream perfection-dreams?
Move, I must, forward.
Fly, I must, upward.
Dive, I must, inward,
To be once more
What I truly am
And shall forever remain.

– Sri Chinmoy

“Some tension is necessary for the soul to grow, and we can put that tension to good use. We can look for every opportunity to give and receive love, to appreciate nature, to heal our wounds and the wounds of others, to forgive, and to serve.” -Joan Borysenko

There are a million and one quotes about forgiveness in the world and if we all shared our own thoughts…there would be ten million more :)

When we all gathered as a group, we read outloud some stories…where people have forgiven impossible situations and people…this struck me very deeply…and has made me feel the silliness of some petty arguments or discord. You can forgive from afar…even if the person isn’t in your life currently. You can forgive someone who has passed on, a family member, a significant other, a coworker, someone who has taken advantage of you spiritually, physically or emotionally. Forgiveness isn’t easy, but it’s the best choice to make. Mostly because it will save your own heart…I can’t say your heart won’t break…or that you won’t feel the pain. You probably will. But you will get through it! I believe in all of us and the joy we can all create for true peace in this world…

Is that all there is?

About a week ago, I came in on the boozy end of an extended conversation about “human greatness.” I had expressed that in realizing my individual “greatness,” I am also faced with my own limitations in serving others. Someone had mentioned that this may be due to ego. That gave me a lot to mull over, and today I think I’ve come to understand what that means.

As I’ve mentioned before, one of the major reasons I want to cook for the Ladies at the Downtown Women’s Center is to provide a relatively healthy, substantial meal that will feed and sustain people who do not otherwise have access to such food, who might not be able to eat as well until the next day’s breakfast because the shelter does not provide a dinner. There have been days when the food we prepared was abundant, there were leftovers, and every single Lady had their fill. Today was not one of them. I had grossly underestimated how many people would show up; there were too many people and not enough food.

In my family, this is like the horror of all horrors. If there’s one thing I can say about coming to dinner at the Acoba’s, it’s that you’ll be stuffed so much you can’t move. And even then we will continue to force-feed you, and have no qualms about resorting to guilt and shame….but only because we love you. This is the kind of mentality I grew up with, and perhaps what I have in the back of my mind when I approach these lunches at the DWC. Lots of good food=love.

Inspired by Sujana’s lunch, and as a tribute to my own family, we made my favorites — fried rice and “egg rolls” filled with banana and jackfruit (turon, or banana lumpia). I was so excited until I found out that instead of 31 Ladies, we had to serve 52. There weren’t enough volunteers to serve that number of Ladies, so each table was called and they lined up. We had to ration the portions and spread the rice out on the small plates so it would appear they were getting more. The whole time I was thinking: how generous can I be with this plate? Did I really just say generous? My heart sank.

We had little left over for seconds, but called them anyway. Of course there was a stampede. There was one Lady who wasn’t fast enough, and so she tried to cut in line. She was angry, pushing her way through and yelling “I’m hungry!” Another Lady down the line looked like she was giving the volunteers an earful. Others would say, is that it? Some kept holding their plates out, disappointed that they’d only get 1/2 a scoop. Yet there were others who said that they were grateful to have this food. They still thanked and clapped for us. As soon as it was over, I wanted out of there. (In fact, this is the kind of thing that made me want a cigarette).

Was it my ego that caused me to become so upset?

Volunteers that morning drove out to Downtown LA and poured their labor and love into the preparation of that meal. I thought about my other family in Hawaii, who would prepare the same simple meal when we would visit. It’s obvious that they’ve stretched their budgets to do this. They’ve worked long and hard to earn it. They’ve recently immigrated, and in their small apartments they will share everything they have.

I had come to the DWC with all my ingredients, thinking that I am in a position where I have more and in a sense, am there to “share the wealth.” It turns out that all I have is: all I have. This may not appear to be much to some, but it was my humble offering. It was our humble offering that we gave with the best of intentions. That generosity cannot be quantified.

Does serving others have to be equated with making people happy? Or is it enough to be simply content, knowing that you have given of yourself, meager or insufficient as it might appear to others, accepting that, individually, that is greatness in itself?

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