Microcosm of Humanity

>> Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I was people watching. And since I was in Seattle, with humanity flowing all around me, there was a lot to see. My husband, John, and I sat in the Ferry Terminal … waiting to board. Next to us was the typical American young couple … with two-year old twins … boy and girl … with red hair. Adorable. The girl was feisty … constantly moving … with her dad constantly chasing her. The little boy shyly said “hi.”  

As we traveled from Seattle to Bremerton, we walked to the front of the ferry and briefly stepped outside on the deck. It was too cold and windy for me. But for the entire journey, one lady stood alone on the deck, facing forward … her hair standing straight out in the wind. What was her story?


On the Bremerton side of the trip, waiting to return to Seattle, the people got more interesting. An older couple arrived … very classy. I wondered if they lived in Seattle and had gone to Bremerton for the day … or maybe they lived in Bremerton and were attending an event in Seattle that evening.


The very un-matched couple standing against the wall caught my attention. She seemed to be trying to emulate Lady Gaga with her looks … and he was a mountain man. His jeans looked dirty … beard down his chest … and a knit cap on his head.  

I heard a tapping sound and turned to see a tall, slender older man. He was dressed in neatly pressed jeans, a khaki jacket and sunglasses. The tapping came from his white cane. He must have business in Seattle … he obviously isn’t going on a ferry for the scenery.  

Just past the blind man stood a young couple … holding hands. She was near her due date … according to the size of her stomach. They only had eyes for each other. We didn’t exist.  

A large lady with some kind of service dog walked past. She could see … so it was not a Seeing Eye dog. She stepped to the side and waited with the rest of us.

Two young men … one white and one black … walked up beside us. The white guy began asking me questions. “Is this where you line up for the ferry? Do I need a ticket?” And then he offered the words “I’ll be right back. I’m going to the restroom.” I hope that information was for the other young man.  

A younger man walked past … his face painted blue. Was he going to the Blue Man Group … performing at the Paramount? Or was he supporting some team?  

A young man wearing a baseball cap … dreadlocks flying around his head … carried a cardboard sign making a statement about Corporate Greed. On his back was a bongo drum. Apparently he was headed to the protests going on at Westlake Park 

Last, but not least, was the most unusual of the bunch. We heard him approaching from behind us … talking on a cell phone. Imagine my surprise when he passed us wearing a hot pink blouse and a black sequined skirt, its tiers of ruffles reaching mid-calf on his legs. His long hair was gathered in a ponytail … and as he passed I could see he needed a shave. He paced endlessly in the corridor … still talking on the phone.  

I had witnessed a microcosm of humanity. Each one has a story. And God knows each story in minute detail … including mine and yours.


“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29-31 (NIV)


2 comments:

Joanne Sher October 11, 2011 at 8:25 AM  

Just fascinating, Joy. Truly a microcosm. There's a novel for each person there - if not more than one. Thanks for taking me along!

Joy Bach October 11, 2011 at 4:49 PM  

Yes it was fascinating. There were more, but it would make it too long.

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