The following article was written by Meredith Levick, an aspiring superhero who has of late become good friends with us at Superheroes Anonymous. She attended the first public meeting for aspiring Real Life Superheroes and wrote this account of her experience with our group.
I admit that I always used to look the other way. I would ignore the pleas, the tattered cardboard signs, the potential discomfort of eye-to-eye contact. By nature it seems that we fear that which we do not know. I didn’t know the homeless community in New York, and I didn’t want to wrap my mind around their circumstances so I was hesitant, anxious. I can’t even honestly write that I considered the homeless to be a forgotten population because to a certain extent you have to remember in order to realize that you forgot.
Then I met Life and Cameraman. Our paths divinely intersected during a period in my life when I’ve been opening myself up to the possibility of the unexpected. I started learning more about the Real Life Superheroes movement. I stopped crossing the street when a homeless person approached me. I no longer pretended to disregard requests for extra change or food. I discarded my old thought pattern, let it slip down around my ankles as I stepped into my second skin, the one which allows me to focus on others and my passion for giving. Rich with an unlimited supply of love, I now know that what I can give is myself, my natural energy and intention of kindness.
Open up my bag these days, and you will find granola bars, tissues, hand sanitizer, socks, travel-sized lotion. I’m easing into this in the only way that I know how, moment by moment, experience by experience. My motivation is two-fold: to positively impact the life of a single person but perhaps more importantly to ignite the domino effect of goodness generating goodness generating goodness, like a viral marketing campaign of generosity.
On Saturday I was out late in the East Village with friends, and I walked by a man leaning up against a closed storefront. It was drizzling, and his hand was shaking in the cold as he asked for food. That night my purse wasn’t large enough to carry the supplies I’ve been toting around lately, and I consciously thought to myself, “Never again will I walk the streets of this city without having something to offer to a person in need.” I apologized to this man for not being able to provide him with any basic necessities at that point in time. I smiled and blessed him silently as I moved forward.
So I ask you, what are you willing to give to change the life of a fellow man or woman, to affect the universal order? Loose change, any snack you have on-hand, a warm glance, a deliberate prayer? There is no correlation between the bills in our wallet and our capacity for giving. The only one-to-one equations I know are person-to-person, love-to-love, life-to-life.
I exposed that I didn’t even remember that I forgot to consider the homeless. What’s your Truth? And how can you take little right actions to set the world ablaze with your innate light?
- Meredith Levick





