Daniel Gottlieb is a quadriplegic, and when his grandson was 14 months, he was diagnosed with autism. He started writing him letters that were complied in 'Letters to Sam'. Above is an excerpt from that book.
SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: What are your three millimeters of the universe? Can you share a personal story of a time you became aware of the three millimeters of the universe entrusted to you? What helps you stay rooted to caring for your three millimeters?
My 3 millimetres was my family but I got careless and it was taken away from me. Now I take care of my 1 millimetre -- me in the hope that if I nourish "me", "me" will grow into "we" again.
I love this post, particularly because it's not about doing more or better, but tending to the little garden that is our field of reference. As I've grown "old", I've accepted that I've not become who I thought I was going to become; someone who made a difference to a lot of people. Or, perhaps it's more like, "I've not become someone who will ever be acknowledged in public ways." Ah, that's different isn't it! Either way, it doesn't matter. It's not for me to decide how many people I will impact or whether I'll be recognized publicly or not. It is only for me to be a good person for the person who is right in front of me; to be helpful for the situation right in front of me. Whether it is for the "hungry ghosts" in the form of the baby boomer fashionistas I serve as a retail salesperson, or for a millennial co-worker who keeps diving into the closet to text, or for my ailing senior kitty who needs anti-seizure and chemo meds everyday, or the trade show vendor who needs two dollars for the parking lot "pay" box, I try to give my best in being a real human being for them. Sometimes my best is to take shelter in silence rather than pretend I'm someone who I'm not. Taking care of my three millimeters also means sitting in meditation every morning, eating more wholesome foods than not, walking to nurture my spirit, and not having an internal dialog with despondency when it comes to visit.
My three millimeters of the universe is my family, and now that I do not have them around I realize it had been entrusted to me and now they have been taken away. My slow ongoing rrealizations and acceptance of this fact helps me to be humble and do whatever I can do to restore the lost piece of paradise.
My three millimeters is the little bit that I occupy in time and space. On the one hand it seem insignificant. On the other hand, my three millimeters affects all the other millimeters in the universe in either a positive or negative way. The universe is different based on my care for the three millimeters entrusted to me. When I became truly aware that all that is is one,that I am part of the all that is, and when I learned a little about karma, my way of looking at the universe and others changed. In a word, I became more compassionate. What helps me to stay rooted in caring for my three millimeters is awareness that we are all in this together and what I do affects all.