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Lions Roar : Nov 2007
SHAMBHALA SUN NOVEMBER 2007 26 she gave them her full attention, mothered them, and wished them well, they relaxed in the safety of her care. This was also true of people, including Nazi visitors. After dark, the Jewish refugees, the household’s Guests with a capital G, would emerge from their hiding places to socialize, listen to the nightly piano concert, discuss the war, and laugh at the highjinx of the exotic pets. Her husband, who led a cell of saboteurs, fought in more traditional ways. But one of the most extraordinary things about Antonina was her determination to keep play, wonder, the arts, and even humor and innocence alive in a household of at times 50 refugees, where everyone feared the ever-present dangers, horrors, and uncertainties. That takes a special stripe of courage, one too rarely celebrated. We tend to think of heroes in terms of combat, but civilians also perform radical acts of compassion. We just don’t talk about those much, preferring instead to highlight the worst in human nature. I’m fascinated by how often and with what wholeheartedness so-called “ordinary” people risk subversive feats of compassion and sacrifice for complete strangers. The world would be a safer place if we reconsidered the ideal of the warrior hero. At the close of the captivating weekend in D.C., in which words like peace, compassion, and loving-kindness flowed freely among talk of neurons and theta waves, I visited the Holocaust Museum to view the artifacts and do some research in the library. In just a couple of hours, on that December day, my mental calipers widened to embrace two extremes of human behavior. On the one hand, some people will go to diabolical lengths when they get bored with the idylls of mayhem they’ve invented and, on the other hand, some will perform high-wire feats of compassion, altruism, and empathy. I looked back on the day and felt a profound sense of marvel about our species. For a moment, I paused at a mental overlook, one of those vistas that I cherish, when the human pageant seems to spread out below and my perspective deepens. The years of pleasure and hard work that had gone into writing the book evaporated, and I felt distilled into that one horizonless moment. ♦ h h h h h h h h h www.shambhalainstitute.org www.shambhalainstitute.org for Authentic Leadership The Shambhala Institute Authentic Leadership Summer Program June 22-28, 2008 Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada Transformative learning for transformative action. NOV 18-39.indd 26 NOV 18-39.indd 26 8/29/07 2:05:43 PM 8/29/07 2:05:43 PM