Monday, April 29, 1996
Open yourself up to new and random people and experiencesRod owns a house by a creek in Modesto, California. He is tall, tan, 30-something, unhappily divorced but happily enjoying a bachelor's life of fishing, hunting and competition shooting. He owns something like 15 guns. The brown hair under his hat shows a few silver streaks, and dirt collects under his finger nails and in the creases of his hands. He has a teen-age daughter who is not in the least bit interested in college. When he isn't at play, Rod works for his own construction company. Recently, he had a contract to build several beauty shops, but his client up and died.
I met Rod when he was on his way home from a cruise to Enseñada with his ex-girlfriend and her two children. They were trying to patch things up, but you know how it is, Rod said. He can just tell it's not going to work out. (But they had "a real nice time." A cruise isn't his type of thing he prefers hunting trips but they had a real nice time.) I was flying to Oakland, and Rod and I happened to sit next to each other on the plane. The plane sat still on the runway for about 30 minutes before we took off, but once Rod and I got to talking, I hardly noticed the delay.
Previously, we had exchanged glances and a few words, but I was set on reading my book during the next two hours. I really wanted to read, but something came over me. As I concentrated on the page before me, I thought about how this was the only chance I'd ever have to meet this particular person. I felt he was willing to engage in conversation, but my demeanor wasn't encouraging him. Earlier, I'd given him one-word answers and gone back to my novel.
Now, I found it difficult to concentrate because there was a potential random experience sitting next to me. I wasn't sure how to enter back into the conversation I had curtailed. My gosh, could I possibly ask him a question? I tried to say something, tried to re-break the ice: "We've been sitting here for a long time" but it came out so quiet, he didn't hear me!
Here we were, sharing an arm rest, sharing a 30-minute wait on the runway, sharing the same awkward human nervousness, and we were silent. It was absurd. I couldn't pretend he wasn't there anymore. I hadn't turned a single page in my book, but stared at it while I contemplated my urge to give in to the curiosity and intrigue of the situation. It was impossible to read. I closed the book.
I knew I'd never see him again; I knew there was no special interest or purpose to talk to him. So what's the use? Well, Karol Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II) writes that people aren't meant to be used so much as loved. Each of us carries the dignity of personhood, and each of us deserves respect and love on that merit alone.
Rod told me so much about himself, and I loved it. I enjoyed the whole experience of sitting there listening to this man comfortably and freely share his mind not because I related to his lifestyle, but because I related to him on a more important and universal level our humanness. We're all suffering or celebrating; we're all struggling to make a living; we're all connected in this, our existence.
With each person comes a potential learning experience, someone to know for the sake of knowing. When else will I have the chance to know a deer-hunting, salmon-fishing, rifle-shooting rustic from Modesto? I surround myself with people like me, but there is more out in the world to learn and to share than my limited environment. People who can touch my life if I just let them. Likewise, I might touch theirs if I can learn to reach out.
So why is it so difficult to initiate a simple conversation with another person? I don't know. We seem to fear rejection, when really what it's all about is acceptance. I've found that many people are ready to open up, but they're waiting to be invited. Once upon a time, I was one of those shy people. I was a new student in high school, and someone reached out to me. We're best friends now, and my life has never been the same for knowing her.
Of course, there are so many people to meet who will not be your best friend, but who are nice to know, even if you only know them for 10 minutes. It's a shame to let someone pass through your life without seizing the chance to know and love that person. It's worth "wasting time" to talk. You can sit there and ignore the person or reach out ... and be happy the rest of the day for doing so. Here you are, right next to someone for a limited period of time. You never know if he is a guardian angel in disguise, someone who will open your eyes to a whole new perspective on life. You never know if you were meant to be one of those angels to someone else.
Sometimes I think about Rod, up there shooting in Modesto, applying for his hunting license, encouraging his daughter to aim high, building beauty shops. I wonder about Rod, because for a couple of hours, he touched my life. It was like opening a new novel and acquainting myself with a character whose relationship to me is limited to the story contained between the front and back covers.
I know a lonely man up in Modesto whom I may never see again, but he's there, living his life. And for what it's worth, he's not so alone, because I think about him. He's got a friend in Los Angeles. A friend who has absolutely nothing in common with him except that we're both in this thing called life, together. A friend he'll probably never meet again. But who knows ... we just might. What are the chances?
Rich is a third-year English/American studies student and assistant viewpoint editor of the Daily Bruin. Her column appears on alternate Mondays.