Beach Haven

I had a few chores to knock out over lunch today. As I was out and about I noticed a car parked along a street I was walking on. On the side of the car was a graphic of the company in whose service the car was dedicated. The name of the company was "Holy Health Care". No sooner did I read this name then my mind immediately added the word "Batman". I chuckled.

I since looked up the website - http://www.holyhealthcare.in/ - to see what they are about. Of course this is a serious business with an important mission. Then why did I feel compelled to change their name in my head to a tagline from an old TV series, "Holy Health Care, Batman!"?

It makes me think about how much our individual experience within the culture we grow up in influences our perspective. I'm sure there are plenty of people who are older than me such that they paid no attention to the old Batman show. They would never have thought of that line. Just as likely there are plenty of people who link the word Batman with the franchise of movies that have been released over the past decades. None of those movies had Robin using the phrase. If younger people were not exposed to the old TV show, they also would not have made the leap I did.

Another example of this issue would be in the culture of baseball fans. There is a joke in baseball that the last two words in the national anthem are "Play Ball!" Outside of attending a baseball game, at the end of hearing the Star Spangled Banner I sometimes jokingly utter that phrase to see if it brings a chuckle. It usually doesn't, except when I'm actually in a ball park with other baseball fans.

Perhaps having a phrase "stuck" in one's head is a function of how often the person has been exposed to the idea. If we are in a certain culture, we hear certain phrases more often, and perhaps use them often enough ourselves. The result, like any habit, is to strengthen neural passages in the brain (synapses) which strengthen the association we have with the phrase. The more we are exposed, the more we associate the pattern.

Several months ago there were all sorts of political events (including protests) going on in and around the DC area where I work. Many of our workers wondered how involved to get. They wondered what would be appropriate. NPR has it's policies and those were emphasized during the politically charged environment. I wrote an internal note to my division, the Distribution division. Here is the substance of the note:

​It seems like public discourse on events has increased recently, or perhaps I've just become more aware. If it's true, technology may play a role in the proliferation of ideas, though our country has had access to information from its earliest days through print and oratory means. I find it very informing that those who shaped the fundamental ideas of what America was to become (often called the founding fathers) felt so strong about the need for an unfettered exchange of ideas that they included a statement on the freedom of religion, speech, the press, assembly and petition in the very first amendment to the Constitution. They prioritized this right in the list of rights.

When ideas are expressed in an unfettered environment some confusion and error is inevitable. Fortunately, that same environment ensures enough variety of expression that some reasonable perception of truth is likely to win out in the collective competition of thought. Organizations like ours that work hard to focus on fact-based journalism help Americans come to a better understanding of world, national and local events. Our offerings of cultural and artistic expression also help listeners find balance.

We work in a unique environment as every day we specifically focus our individual and collective efforts in the exercise of the basic right for a free press. Others exercise first amendment rights in other ways, it is true. I believe that working where we do is an important way we can help shape public discourse in America. In fact, every year we in Distribution enable more than 450,000 hours of public discourse broadcast to 95% of the American populace. We are smack-dab in the middle of what the framers of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution had in mind; a free and independent press, and an informed citizenry.

I ride a commuter train into Washington DC most days for work. Its call the Virginia Railway Express (VRE). On my morning commute I tend to say my morning prayer and focus my reading on gospel topics. In the evening my focus is typically more related to work or just books I'm reading for fun.

A few Thursdays ago, while riding home, after a little reading, I got focused working on a crossword puzzle. I seemed to get maybe a little too focused. Before long the announcement came over the speaker that we were pulling into my stop. I quickly shoved all my stuff into my backpack. To my chagrin I was not finding my eyeglasses. I remembered putting them on the seat next to me, but they were not there. I checked all my pockets just in case, and a quick look into the backpack with no luck. I assumed they must have fallen behind the seat or something. The train was now fully stopped and the doors were about to close. If I didn't get off I'd have ended up riding to the next stop where I had no car to get home with. Exasperated, I gave up the search, and got off the train. After I got home I broke the bad news to my wife.

Neither of us were overly concerned. I have been having a little trouble focusing my eyes lately, so it was time for a checkup anyway. In the mean time I would find my old pair and use those. As it turns out, the old ones seemed to have vanished as well. We went to the optometrists on Friday only to find that they were closed that day. I was home because I had a doctor appointment that day and wasn't feeling all that well anyway.

Saturday we called the eye doctor to set an appointment, but only got voicemail. We drove in only to find that they couldn't fit me in for another two weeks. I scheduled the appointment and looked forward to a month without glasses. This is because the appointment is two weeks away. Then with prescription in hand I'd have to order new glasses. That would take another week or two. I had resigned myself to squinting and eyestrain.

The next Monday morning I boarded the train as usual, only not as usual. My normal perch is on the upper deck on a car with the seat backs toward the front of the car. I ride that way in both directions (to work in the morning and home at night). I get a better view out the window, and if there is ever a train wreck I won't get tossed from my seat. As I boarded this morning, the car was abnormally full. Every seat on the upper deck on both sides of the car were already occupied by passengers. I resigned myself to the lower deck on one of the side facing seats close to the entry door.

The ride went as normal. Several times I thought as a conductor passed that I should ask about a lost-and-found for my glasses. I didn't. Finally as we approached the final stop, my destination, one of the conductors literally sat down on a seat two feet from me on the first row of front facing seats. This means he was just to my right with nothing between us. I noticed the name on his badge, Robert Easley. He had pulled out a form to start writing something. I interrupted him and asked about a lost-and-found. He told me how to get in touch with them at the VRE offices. Then he asked where I lost the glasses. When I told him, he smiled. He reach to a latched cabinet a few feet directly in front of me and pulled out my glasses. He had found them on Thursday and had put them aside to turn in, but had not done it yet.

Now think about this. Each train has two or three conductors. Each conductor rides a train into Washington each morning, then rides another out of Washington each evening. They are occasionally rotated so they are not always on the same train schedule. I don't always ride the exact same train schedule either or sit in the same car. The train I take each way depends on how my work day is planned. What are the chances that all of these events would fall into place to put this specific conductor next to me in that exact moment in front of the very cabinet where he had placed the glasses. These little miracles I take as personal reminders that a loving Heavenly Father is watchful over us. I have had many similar experiences over the years. I am thankful that God recognizes when we need to see how he is mindful of us individually. Thanks also to Robert Easley for being a good person and conscientious VRE conductor. Clearly he was open to the promptings of the Holy Ghost, whether he understood it that way or not. After I thanked him he said, “It was meant to be.”

Yes, I still went in for my eye appointment and now have new glasses, but until then there was less squinting.
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