Saturday, 20 August 2016

You never know when you will meet someone famous

Diner en Blanc is a special event that began with a group of friends 28 years ago. In a park in Paris, a group of friends decided to get together. The person that organized the event has been abroad for quite some time and wasn’t sure how he would they would recognize each other. So they said they would wear white clothing and bring all white picnic supplies.

As tradition moves on, the diner became very popular and now is an international phenomenon. It grew 10x exponentially as Peter Diamandis would say “The community shapes the path and accelerates the process.”

We arrived late at the rendezvous and were greeted by a gentle, familiar voice. The man seemed humble, kind and courteous despite our tardiness. At the time I could not figure out how I knew this man, it seems as though we have known each other from the past. He was the leader of our group for the event.

Wearing glasses on his slim complexion, with a smile that is so bright like a headlight in a midnight highway. He had this audacious attitude about himself that made you feel welcomed with his presence.

Upon check in we begin our ascent to the secret location. Like ants on a mission to get food for the colony we followed each other dressed in white.

You can never be too prepared.

Before I continue I need to add that there are special requirements for this dinner. Besides being fully clothed in white with silver or gold accessories you have to come prepared with a specific table in size, 2 chairs, 2 white napkins, a candle votive, cutlery, 2 white plates, a wine glass (since I don’t drink, we only took one with us), 2 cups, a water, and an option of bringing your own food.

For our first time attending this event we thought we came fully prepared however, we realized that we would have to adapt when disaster ensued. Half way to the secret location, struggling to carry the supplies, our paper bag that was carrying fragile items like the plates and the wine glass ripped open.

Feeling a bit humiliated we were stopped in our tracks.

The generosity was overwhelming, some of the 7,000 other attendees that witnessed this disaster came to our aid. Even though everyone else was carrying the same load, some people bent over to help us collect our items that were scattered all over, including the one wine glass and porcelain that was shattered into pieces.

I am not sure what I was humiliated by more, whether it was our first time attending and being the only ones that had this happen too, the fact that we could no longer meet the requirements for the dinner, or that we were going to carry all of our broken/supplies to the dinner in a big black garbage bag.

Letting go and adapting to the situation was key to overcoming this anxiety. This could of only got worse had the reaction not been transmuted.

In the end, non of this mattered as much as I thought it would at the time.

Like a swarm of white bees,

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