The Ambassadors Of Love

When I was there I couldn’t wait for it to be over, and each day seemed to last a life time! Then as soon as I left, school became a distant memory filled with nostalgia. To think that for the most part of our lives we were sat down listening to a teacher tell us facts, that apparently we needed to know!? Certainly in some cases this is true, however I can honestly say that I paid little to no attention in the class room. I spent the majority of my time outside in the class hallway being screamed at by Mrs Cook (a nemesis of mine from my infamous teenage years). I was too disruptive, I needed to pay more attention, stop day dreaming and being captivated by the weeping willow tree, that looked incredible when blowing in a fierce October wind, just across the field of my English class window. In my most recent of years, I have held a very strong opinion that education, much like youth, is wasted on the young. Entering my twenties, that decade ago, my mind had become a welcoming well of knowledge, accepting deposits from almost every interesting person I met, for the first time in my life, I was overcome with the joyful feeling of being inspired. There is however one lesson that we were never taught in school. My parents never explained the fundamentals, and all we had was an instinct and various social situations to become aware of it, and to build it. Once completed, the foundations of the structure are held together, with a woven yarn of endless fun, trust and possibility.

The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, love, and understanding companionship.
Amelia Earhart

Back to the future part 2 has one the greatest climatic cinematic moments of all time. The friendship and dependability that Marty has on the Doc, to take him back to his place in time, is left hanging in the balance, when the Delorean is accidentally struck by lighting, sending the Doc all the way back to the year 1885. Never before or after, has a movie that isn’t about vengeance, violence or science, have I found myself, to have been so affected. Shortly after the lighting strike, a cloaked mysterious man arrives in a motor car and explains to Marty that he’s from the Post Office. He hands Marty a letter, that the man explains they had been asked to keep it in a vault, for over 100 years. Inside are explicit instructions to give the letter to a man fitting Marty’s exact description, at that very place, and at that very moment. The letter is of course from the Doc. The postman asks Marty if he needs help, Marty replies with a line that even as I type this and will re-read in the future a shiver is (and will undoubtedly be) making its way up my spine, and the finale of one of the greatest movie sequels ever made, begins to climax, “there is only one man who can help me”.

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Albert Camus

I had a rather special realisation today. Riding my motorbike back from work, I got stuck in traffic. Normally traffic is the least of my worries as I almost always find myself zipping to the front of the queue of these caught up, highly frustrated London business types. But on this occasion The traffic on either side of the road left a gap that a foot, let alone my motor bike could squeeze into. So I dropped Black Thunder, (that’s the name of my hell beast, see insert photo to the right) into neutral and sat there, waiting for the gap to open. Most annoyingly the heavens decided to open instead, and I found myself in a full on down pour, stuck between a fat angry Audi driver and some white van guy that earlier had complimented me on my choice of transport, with a good old working class “fuck me, that’s an awesome bike!” That was when I noticed them. Two young boys dressed in school uniform, their parents clearly unaware that there was going to be a rain storm on this particularly unpredictable Tuesday. They were both running for the bus sloshing in puddles, as they ran, one taller than the other, the shorter of the two held my attention the most. he had in both hands his homework satchel, he had it held the entire journey to the bus above his friends head to make sure that he didn’t get wet. Never before have I been so happy to be stuck in traffic.

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Saint Basil

Kindness like manners are never really taught, more to the case of encouraged. Kinship among peers is rarely forced, however the need we each have for it is almost certainly, enforced by our need for happiness. Friendship is the ambassador of love, you will find that the ones with the dearest friends are always the ones that bend over backwards for strangers. Happiness and friendship walk this world hand in hand, for each follows the other. Survival used to be the core instinct that we all strove to obtain, nevertheless in the age of excessiveness, the public has been divided; one side want and crave money, so much so that it twists and turns them into some kind of goblin like creature, one you’d expect to find counting away to themselves in the vaults at Gringotts.

Then their is the rest of us, our core need is something so simple that children shortly after they’ve realised that their Daddy makes the silliest of faces are, much to their parents joy, blessed with it. The smile, it is such a simple thing, yet so hard to obtain at times, nevertheless who better qualified to deliver one? They meet this demand everyday, without judgement and without prejudice, just love.

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15 thoughts on “The Ambassadors Of Love

  1. Reblogged this on a simple man of God and commented:
    This is an amazing look at “loving your neighbor.” I enjoy reading the posts over at Tearmatt, because it is raw, real, and from the heart. This one is just as great, and since I have a theology blog, I thought it appropriate to share it (It helps that one of my favorite movies of all time, “Back to the Future”, is mentioned!).
    A word of warning for my more sensitive readers, there is one spot of strong language toward the end (about his motorcycle).

  2. You can read what I wrote for the reblog to see more of my thoughts, but as you most likely already have deduced I thought this was an excellent piece. I am too busy to comment most of the time, and this is really one of those times! I just had to, though. Thanks for sharing, and great references!

  3. Your messages..the arrival of the ambassadors come to us at the times we are not looking. But you saw them clearly and reading your story here reminds me to see a little more carefully. Excellent!

  4. Yes, education is so wasted on youth! LOL I have an almost 13 year old son that I put into the public school system for the first time this year. He is finding it very challenging, not academically, but the structure and rules and conformity seem just too much for him to take. The REASON I chose to put him there is because he is at an age where he is resistant to being taught by me at home and with his father and I being divorced I thought he might respond better to other authority figures and especially males. Yeah, its not working out so hot. :p He’s on the verge of being kicked out permanently. Right now he is past the limit of days for out of school suspension so I’m waiting on hearing from the superintendent. Fun, fun.

    I took him to a temporary alternative program that is set up by the school for kids who have been suspended for a long period of time like that and it struck me how much differently it is set up. Nice, inviting atmosphere, couches to sit on, plants, the teachers were kind and spoke softly. They offered to have him do chores when he gets too energetic and can’t sit still. (I have suspected ADHD his whole life but due to homeschooling we were able to adapt and I didn’t want him on meds). There are books everywhere and he can read for awhile when he gets tired of his regular homework.. I wish all schools could be like that!! I think he will do so much better. I’d homeschool him again but he wants to argue everything with me because I am his mother and he is seeking his independence and autonomy. His dad has, disappointingly, mostly dropped out of his life. All I want is to convince him that learning is a fun and good thing to continue doing for the rest of his life and authority figures aren’t the enemy. Hopefully someday that will set in, before he ends up in juvenile hall. Sigh….

    Anyhow, nice blog. Love the quotes and mental pictures you paint. Back to the Future never gets old. ;)

    • Your son sounds soo very much like me. I always remember my first day at school, never in my life, up to that moment had I felt that I was being forced to be a certain way, it felt like a prison to me, it felt like suppression.

  5. …just passing by…but very impressed…we have a lot to learn from you too….however,i don’t think school is all that useless…what is important is the point of “coming to oneself” as stated in the bible!…it might not happen in school but one’s education will still provide some part of the thought process when the awareness comes through..remember someone wrote that all he is using in life came from his nursery/primary school days!…for some it might be after college…or even in/after jail!…my two cents of course….thanks for following us…we shall be here regularly too

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