This sweet story reminded me of a time years back, when I used to help organise Sahaja Yoga meetings in Caxton Hall in the early 70’s. The hall was packed and Shri Mataji had just finished Her program and people were clamouring around Her… I suddenly viewed from the stage the crowd separating just like the parting of the waters, letting through a woman in rags who obviously just wandered in from the streets; well, the scene was surreal, no one dare go near her …when suddenly Shri Mataji came down and headed straight for this woman and hugged her as if she was a long-lost relative. Needless to say the rest of us kept a distance….then as fast as it started it ended, and the woman just left without a word, with a satisfied look on her face!
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, “Hi.” He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
“Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,” the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, “What do we do?”Erik continued to laugh and answer, “Hi.”
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. Continue reading “A Baby’s Hug”