When we know, who walks beside us, on this path we have chosen, our fears fall from us.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Walmart Don’t Wanna Be’s




Today as I was pulling into Walmart I spied a new Porsche Carrera in a parking space. Nearby was a newer 500 series Mercedes. Over the last few months I have noticed an up tick in the livery in the parking structure at my neighborhood Walmart. I remember the trepidation I had the first time I pulled in to shop. I was driving a flagship BMW at the time and felt very uncomfortable parking next to the classic Walmart chariot: a high mileage Honda/Toyota/Van of any make with fading paint, questionable tires and a clearly spotty maintenance history.

I never wanted to shop at Walmart. I wasn’t “opposed” to Walmart as some of my more enlightened (i.e. liberal) friends were, some even going as far as placing boycott stickers on their vehicles when Walmart first came to our berg, positioned with care right next to the regulation Greenpeace, Save Tibet and Make Love Not War messages.

I looked at Walmart as a necessary thing for those who “needed” it; those unfortunate financially challenged souls who needed ubiquitous cut rate pricing on everything.
That first time I ventured in it felt like that first day back in High School trying to find my locker. People were pushing around carts filled with groceries, clothes, shoes, ammunition and Hello Kitty dolls. I nearly went catatonic. You don’t put those things in the same cart; it is not done! It is like having Amy Grant and TSOL in rotation on the ipod or listening to Rush Limbaugh at the DNC. Shoes are purchased at a shoe store and clothes at places that do not have frozen food aisles for God’s sake!

I was in shock, my decades long notions of purchasing etiquette were being assaulted at the most basic sacrosanct levels but then I began noticing the pricing. Slowly my vision cleared, my roiling stomach forgotten, the reality of a full cart versus a couple of puny bags became evident as I began to make my way around. Pet food next to truck tires, frozen food across the aisle from casual women’s wear, packaged goods merged into pots and pans than watches to electronics and back to vegetables. I was in a whirlwind of pricing, 50” plasma TV’s for how much? My finicky cat’s favorite food half the price I had been paying, affordable vitamins and supplements? I was hooked.

Soon I lost my fear of being seen by someone I knew, for just like bumping into them in traffic court you are both there for the same reason. In time I began smiling at my fellow Walmart travelers, and though most keep their heads down avoiding eye contact I don’t mind. I now drive an older Toyota with fading paint, the BMW long gone. Today the tires are pretty good but I did drive around for 6 months on dangerously worn ones lacking the money for replacements. It’s been a few weeks but I still have a wave of peace roll over me when I see those tires, who knew a little rubber could be connected to serenity?

Now that I am a Walmart veteran, the newbies are cute to watch, their furtive glances and uncomfortable body language very familiar. My decision initially to shop at Walmart was made out of simple economic necessity, I could continue shopping at my upscale local grocer and do without or switch to the much-maligned Walmart and stretch my purchasing power. The life lesson though was unexpected. Believing I was this open-minded, freethinking, enlightened non-judgmental caring individual when I was forced by economics to adjust my lifestyle some uncomfortable personal truths became evident. My world view had been arrogant and condescending though I would have argued the point vociferously with anyone who would have suggested it at the time. But there it was. We only know what we know when we know it. Our perceptions colored and limited by what we choose to read/watch/listen to but even more directly by those whom we habitually associate with and the circles we travel in.


Being in the third act of my life I am at a place I thought I would never be financially. Life’s lessons do not come neatly packaged devoid of emotion, both positive and negative. A wise man said to me years ago “ pain is the only instrument sharp enough to cut away the excess of self.”  So if we pass in the frozen food/sporting goods aisle I will smile and leave it up to you to strike up a conversation and if I think you are ready I will tell you about the discount grocery I’m grateful I found on the other side of the tracks that makes Walmart look absolutely Beverly Hills. Onwards through the fog.







Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Certain teachings rise to the level of “sell all the books, everything needed is here.” Emmet Fox provides one of those with: The Captain Is On The Bridge (Around The Year With Emmet Fox pg. 248) for dealing with fear. Consider, when he said this America was gripped by the Great Depression, prohibition creating a whole new class of criminal, millions displaced from America’s dust choked heartland, the drums of war beating with Hitler’s rise to power in the east and Japan's in the west. Yet Dr Fox confidently stated that The Captain Is On The Bridge:
     “The world is not going to the dogs. The human race is not doomed. Civilization is not going to crash. The captain is on the bridge. Humanity is going through a difficult time, but humanity has gone through difficulties many times before in its long history, and has always come through, strengthened and purified.
       Do not worry yourself about the universe collapsing. It is not going to collapse, and anyway that question is none of your business. The captain is on the bridge. If the survival of humanity depended upon you or me, it would be a poor look out for the Great Enterprise, would it not?
        The captain is on the bridge. God is still in business. All that you have to do is to realize the Presence of God where trouble seems to be, to do your nearest duty to the very best of your ability; and to keep an even mind until the storm is over.”


        God doesn't need my help in running the Universe, let alone my life, but I certainly need His. Fortunately, The Captain Is (still) On The Bridge.