I planned on writing a little something about an afternoon I recently spent with an assortment of people from Monarch group homes. I planned on sharing little anecdotes about how fulfilling and rewarding the experience was for my colleague Kimber and me and how we look forward to doing more. I thought about telling stories about funny things people said and how we laughed more than we had in a long time.
But, when I sat down to write, just one story remained fixed at the top of my mind. It was a conversation I had with a woman named Olivia. You see, Olivia is an exceptional woman who happens to live in a Monarch residential group home for developmentally disabled people. I cannot tell you what her exact diagnosis is – although that part really isn’t important. What I can tell you is that I will carry thoughts of Olivia with me for a very long time.
First of all, whatever her mental capacity, she is beyond smart when it comes to specific details like the members of Hannah Montana’s band, the names of all of the songs from High School Musical, and the call letters and personalities from countless radio stations within our market. Turns out that Olivia isn’t just a fan of music, I have been told that she is also an accomplished musician in her own right. She loves to sing and share with others her enthusiasm for upcoming concerts and shows.
Olivia is petite, with a wide smile and long dark hair. Although her eyes may not meet yours directly, she manages to engage those around her with her quick wit and ability to participate in a conversation about almost anything. By the end of our visit, Olivia was giving hugs and telling stories about places she had been and places she plans to go. She has a contagious zest for life uninhibited by what some may consider her limitations.
As we pulled on our coats and were getting ready to leave, Olivia asked me a question. “Do you know anyone who is poor?” And before I could answer came a second question, “Are you poor?”
“No, Olivia,” I answered. “Why do you ask?”
She answered, “Because some people might think I am poor, because I don’t have a lot of things and I might not be as smart as they are. But, I’m not poor because I have love in my heart, and I am happy.”
“Then you are perhaps the richest person I know,” I told her and we shared another hug before I left.
It is this conversation that keeps replaying in my head since last week. When I read the news, see another story about our troubled economy, think about my husband who works out-of-town for more than a year to keep his job, worry about my children and their future, and see my pile of laundry or listen to my ailing truck with 145,000 miles, feel like I need a Calgon bath to “take me away”…I think about Olivia. I think about her perspective and her ability to focus on what is important – her loved ones, her Monarch family, her love of music, her ability to connect with people and make them laugh, and her innocence. It makes me wonder, if when she was born her parents had any idea of what her future might be like and who she might be as an adult. If I were to ever meet Olivia’s parents, I would tell them that they have a lot to be proud of.
Olivia may never realize the impact she has had on my life. I went to Monarch that day to do something nice for others – to help people in my community and do my part. But, I think I benefitted as much as anyone. I have a perspective that I plan to carry with me and share as much as I can – the “Olivia definition of rich.” In our world, we could all stand to learn a lesson from Olivia.
The next time you think about supporting an organization by writing a check, I encourage you to go ahead and do so. But, think for a moment about your calendar and see if you maybe you couldn’t spare a couple of hours maybe once every few months. The feeling that comes from giving of yourself can be even more enriching than giving of your checkbook. If we can all do a bit of both, maybe we will all be a little more “Olivia rich.”