I had an interesting experience the other day. I am trying to get back in shape, having gained some weight over the last few years. Not too much, but enough to make a difference in my health. Anyway, I started playing basketball again. It’s been at least 5 years. I play after work and usually change clothes off site. This can get a little hectic.
The place that I play is a church gym. They rent it out. We play on Fridays. On Fridays, they also have a feed the homeless dinner going on. It is kind of different in that this neighborhood is kind of upscale, and there are generally more yuppies than street people. Anyway, it’s nice that they do something for the regular people. On this particular Friday, I ended up working late, and was rushing so I decided to change clothes at the gym.
I go into the gym’s bathroom and there is a guy a little older than me there — in a good mood. I say hello and he tells me that he tells me that he is happy because he just took a shower and the water was hot. Someone had left a razor there, so he was able to shave. He left some extra soap for the next guy, to keep the good karma going I guess.
It really made me think about my situation and the things that I take for granted, like the ability to have a hot shower whenever I want. I also tripped because this guy was Caucasian and I’m not – and society is telling me that I supposed to be the one struggling. I’m not sure if this means that I made it, or what?