Starting
Point Look
up and see the light of day
By JAMES STEPHEN
BEHRENS
Mr. Wang was from China, and I
worked with him in New York many years ago. We programmed computers for a Wall
Street firm. There were a lot of programmers in those days -- men and women
from all over the world. Ella was from Russia. Ohm was from India. Jaime was
from Puerto Rico. I was from New Jersey.
We worked in a large, well-lit room, which had large windows that
faced the north. We were separated from each other by felt partitions that did
not keep us from chatting. Mr. Wang worked at the far end of the room, in a
corner. He did not speak English very well and was a quiet man to start with.
He always had the kind of a smile that seemed to convey that he knew everything
about reality or was in a perpetual and blissful state of oblivion. He never
said. Well, we never asked.
One afternoon the power failed throughout the Wall Street area.
The coffee makers stopped. The lights went out. The computers crashed. The
water coolers stopped gurgling. The room was darkened. We were on the 30th
floor and when we looked out the windows, we saw that power was gone all over
the place.
So we sat and chatted. Some gathered in groups. Some wanted to
look as if they were still working, writing on paper at their desks.
Mr. Wang sat staring at his screen. He was not smiling. He never
looked up. He did not notice that the lights were out, that the coffee machine
had stopped, that the water cooler was silent. He peered into the darkness of
his screen. He leaned closer to the darkness and with one finger began to tap
on his keyboard. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Nothing happened. He hit the side of
his monitor. Tapped again. Hit the monitor again. Then he blurted something in
Chinese and pushed his chair back and stood and saw us looking at him in
astonishment.
He then looked up and saw that the lights were no longer really
lights, existentially speaking. Then he looked out the window, and it dawned on
him that the Wall Street area was without power. And he smiled that smile of
his and then laughed, and we laughed with him. He turned to his computer and
gently patted the top of his monitor in an apologetic gesture. He sat down and
smiled at the blank screen. And so he sat for the next hour or so, at which
time the power returned, and it was back to business as usual.
Having a bad day today? The kind of day where the power seems to
have gone out? No lights? No coffee? The world is laughing at you? No cool
drink? Like, things right in front of your face are not working to your liking?
Well, the cause of such a horror could be many things. It could be far or near
or both. It could affect everything or just a few things. It could be a while
before things return to normal or your world may brighten again in a few
seconds. It really does not matter what or where the glitch is because you have
no power to fix it. Just try not to bash the wrong thing, the wrong person,
your dog or yourself.
Raise your eyes to the nearest window and take in the light of
day. It is more enduring than our foibles and can always make us feel good if
we get our noses out of our little darkened screens.
There is always a bit of light coming through life despite those
power shortages that can blow our existential fuses and temporally chill our
motherboards. It comes through windows, through people who love us even when we
bash them a bit, through saying a prayer or two in whatever language.
Trappist Fr. James Stephen Behrens lives at Holy Spirit
Monastery in Conyers, Ga.
National Catholic Reporter, December 28,
2001
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