Two guys, one Canadian and one Tibetan. Both well known in their fields. Both just like you and me. Both kind.
I read in the London Free Press this morning about George Canyon, a country singer from High River, Alberta. London has one of its big annual events on right now – the Western Fair. George was supposed to sing outdoors last night but the heavens opened up and the show was cancelled. Many fans had been waiting in the rain for George to begin.
Fair organizers then set up a session for George and his fans at a comedy club in one of the fair buildings. He would shake hands with a few people, for a few minutes. And then bye bye. Except the officials didn’t really get what type of person George was.
Mr. Canyon picked up his guitar and started playing for the wet but drying out faithful. He took requests. He chatted at length with the crowd. “After about 20 songs, Canyon put the guitar down and stayed until he met everyone who wanted to have their picture taken with him, or an autograph.”
Years ago, the Dalai Lama was staying at a San Francisco hotel while he participated in a conference. On the day he was leaving, he asked the manager to have all the on-duty employees gather in the hotel parking lot.
“The Dalai Lama walked down the line, greeting each person, smiling, looking in their eyes, thanking them for their service. Many people wept. Many looked at him completely enraptured. At no time did I get the impression that his attention was wandering or that he would rather have been somewhere else. Without exception, he was fully attentive to each person as he met them. The effect of this wholehearted presence was remarkable.”
There’s nothing I can think of to add
Our actions say it all