Back To Basics From The Outsider
I am leaving Royal Randwick racecourse in Sydney and it’s raining cats and dogs – well horses probably – and having great trouble in finding my car; one in a thousand most of which seem to be silver like the one I am looking for. A young indigenous woman steps out of a beaten-up blue Datsun and hands me an umbrella – ‘here’ she says, ‘ you’ll need this to keep dry’. ‘But how do I get it back to you?’ I asked. ‘Oh don’t worry, ‘she said ‘you can keep it.’ And so I did, finding my car five minutes later and feeling how this little event had brought me back to basics.
As I drove home I wondered what I should do with rest of my life which would elevate it to the level I had just been privileged to share?