Two thousand, five hundred, and forty-one days ago (but who’s counting?), I wrote another blog post with the same title as this one.
We really don’t know how we affect other people.
Rhys — the welcoming, perceptive, kind, aware, attentive, versatile, soulful, generous, and lovable server at Junior’s restaurant in New York City — really didn’t know how he affected me until I published yesterday’s blog post (and today’s!).
I really didn’t know how I affected Rhys until he showed me his instagram account yesterday and asked to get some pictures with me yesterday.
I really don’t know how I affect other people by sharing thoughts and images here, including these:
I’ve encountered so many people during my experience at this year’s American Group Psychotherapy Association conference. They really don’t know how they affected me, which was profoundly.
Perhaps McCoy Tyner, the incredible jazz pianist who died yesterday, didn’t really know how he affected other people. Here‘s one of the most affecting pieces of music I’ve ever heard (performed live in Berlin in 1990):
Here‘s the recording of “Fly with the Wind” which has affected me for decades:
Here‘s another incredible piece from the same album:
We really don’t know how we affect other people unless we tell each other. I want to tell you how I grateful I am for all of you, every day.