Last night, in Game 7 of the World Series, pitcher and MVP Yoshinobu Yamamoto tipped his cap to Vladimir Guerrero Jr. before facing him in extra innings. Just a moment, but it spoke volumes. A quiet act of respect between competitors. Sportsmanship distilled into a single, graceful gesture.
It reminded me of something that happened today. I received
a small acknowledgment from the Michael Franti & Spearhead Facebook page
after I thanked them for an interview that inspired my post, “Reigniting the
Fire: From Embers to Flame.”
Sure, it was likely a social media manager clicking “like.”
But that didn’t matter. It landed. It felt good to be seen, even briefly. It reminded me that sometimes, the simplest recognition, the slightest flicker
of connection, can leave a warm glow long after the moment passes.
What else do we do that carries that quiet magic? Perhaps
it’s saying 'please' or 'thank you.'
Maybe it’s holding the door, or offering a smile that says, I see you. (This
short, round old guy gets plenty of smiles in return, maybe because I try to
stay present enough to give them first.)
Sometimes, it’s as subtle as a nod. The universal Bro Nod. A gesture that costs nothing yet offers a silent atta boy to someone who
might need it.
It’s our silent way of saying, Namaste. I recognize the
creator in you, and in me.
Like that Zac Brown lyric — “When your heart won’t tell
your mind what your mouth should say.” It’s
not about losing love. It’s about being there. Now. In the moment.
Because sometimes, we let moments slip away. We see someone,
perhaps a stranger, a friend, maybe even someone who could change our lives, and
we say nothing. We let the song end, the girl walks away, and the chance passes
us by.
But what if we didn’t? What if we gave the nod, the smile,
the gesture? What if we let our heart speak before our mind overthinks it? That’s
the magic. That’s the moment. A simple act that says: I’m here. I see you.
You matter.
Sometimes, all it takes is a look, a word, a gesture.
And for one fleeting second, we remember that we’re all in this together.
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