She's brilliant. Courageous and humble. I think this instead of focusing on all the questions swimming through my head. I shake her hand, but I'm too flustered and flattered to do much else. The film was enough, now this? I ramble some words of gratitude and I'm on my way.
I exit the building and hover on the top step as I take in the sidewalk. The materialism I usually immerse myself in seems distant. The world I see is through a different filter.
I always taken for granted my ability to work with my hands. I think I get that partly from my dad. I always take him for granted too. I've grown accustomed to a father that is always sober and honest with his wages. I always take for granted the kind of love I've received from my family.
And to be honest, after this "on top of the world" feeling fades, I probably will continue to. But maybe after watching the film A River Changes Course, I will be a person that is just a fraction better then the one she was two hours ago. More loving. And connected and willing to share. Maybe I'll remember that life isn't about issues: it's about humanity. And I'll take the relational knowing and globalization lessons I've learned and be a little more grateful that my life isn't completely consumed by the economic situation of my family. That I am allowed hopes and dreams. And that getting food on the table isn't a question.