He Used To Box

There are times when we cannot stop the tears of laughter; that is pure joy.

There are times we cry because we realize someone is "ok." that is pure joy.

There are times we burst out laughing because something very comical was said.

That is pure joy.

Unfortunately, pure joy is intermittent in our lives. Pure joy is always welcome.

So much of life seems to demand our focused attention keeping us away from

pure joy.

Can we understand that pure joy is at our fingertips? Can we not have it more

often than by chance? Yes we can.

I looked into the eyes of a schizophrenic homeless man yesterday. For years no

one had listened to his gibberish speech but I did. During direct eye

contact and true listening he rambled on about the time he used to box as a

sport. He rambled on about diet and broken thoughts followed but I listened

intently looking into his eyes, accepting his thoughts, feelings and everything

about what he had to say. I am certain at that time in his old age he felt pure

joy. He had not had a listener for many years. No one.

Give pure joy and you will get pure joy.

It rocks.