Several weeks ago while talking with a friend, I met a woman who was seeking a place to hold her political activism meetings. She asked my friend, who operates a local cinema, if her group could meet there. She also engaged me in conversation and before I knew it, I was attending her next meeting. I had been looking for a way to connect with like-minded people in the community who wanted to express their dissatisfaction with the state of our government.
I was excited about the group, wondering who I would meet and where this would take me. I had been politically active in the 60s and somewhat so as a teacher during the 90s and 2000s, but I had never really aligned myself with a political action group.
I showed up at the scheduled meeting and was surprised to find a room filled with people much older than me…in their late 70s and 80s for the most part. At first I was taken aback; then I thought it would be a good learning experience for me to hear what they had to say.
They were very much alive, informed, astute and determined to make a difference. I was impressed by their energy, their empathy, and their range of experience in political matters. I had been talked into taking minutes, and did so diligently.
At that meeting the possibility of splitting into two groups was raised, and I was asked if I’d like to take charge of the evening group, for working people. I wasn’t eager to take that on, but felt I had to step up to the plate, so I said yes. I agreed to meet with the other people and help them create their own group, but not be in charge of the group myself.
I mulled this over for days. I realized after awhile, that I liked the original group and really didn’t want to leave them. I had bonded quickly; I liked them a lot. I have always enjoyed the company of people older and wiser than myself. This group had a lot of miles under their wheels and I respected them for that. I felt I could learn a lot from them.
So tonight I told the person in charge of the original group that I really didn’t want to take on the job of getting another group formed; that I had bonded with them and wanted to stay. She replied, with a glint in her eye, “Well , I’ve kind of bonded with you, too.” It was settled. I’m staying.