Reaching Out With The Spirit

Reaching Out With The Spiritof effortless manipulations, of which this gentleman
Bywas nearly incapable.
Dr. Gary S. Goodman Ó 2005How would it feel to be him, to be in that body? I
President, At first, I thought he was just cold. Thewondered.
casino's air conditioning was pumped up, and it didInstantly, I was flooded with self-pity, hopelessness,
feel a bit brisk.and despair. I wouldn't want to live, I thought.
But then, he turned to the side, and instead ofIt was then that I realized what a coward I must be,
seeing the outline of crossed arms beneath his teecompared to this guy. He seemed the least
shirt, I saw a flat silhouette. Instinctively, I turnedself-conscious person standing in line. I felt grotesque,
away.as I considered how I shrink from challenges, large
I didn't want to acknowledge that the gentlemanand small.
standing in front of me in the buffet line, the chapLike a kid, I tell myself I don't want to do this or
who seemed so nonchalant, easygoing, and totallythat, and so I don't. If he could only have a day
comfortable surrounded by three family members,indulging the opportunities I turn down, it would be
had no arms.nothing less than heaven.
An odd mix of emotions suddenly coursed throughTraffic was light, heading back to LA. I easily made it
me, making me woozy.to my Black Belt class. The Sensei had us hitting bags.
I wondered how he managed everything. My twoHis instruction was simple: Outdo anything you've
days of carefree card playing, dancing, roller coasterever done before.
and log rides, embracing my loved one, swimming,I held nothing back, as the image of that fellow
climbing to the top of the water slide, all of theseglowed in my mind.
things, things I could do flashed before me. Most ofOver and again, with renewed spirit, I struck the bag
my pleasures had involved grasping, gripping,for both of us.
touching, feeling, balancing, gesturing, and thousands