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biren shah's avatar

“Everything is a lesson. And so you have to find out what’s the lesson, and how do I embrace this lesson, and how do I go forward? And you have to watch out for the bitterness. That’s what you don’t want to be bothered with.”

in the spirit of Nikki, i add this to what she found as true (not "truth", which is the 'embalmed' form of what was alive as 'true'):

"Everything is a lesson..."

and a lesson is not a punishment, a 'gun pointed to your head' kind of thing of force. A lesson is an invitation - of future, of potential, of growth or evolution. It's a choice and not a must.

"And you have to watch out for the bitterness. That’s what you don’t want to be bothered with."

... unless you are able to embrace the bitterness... as a portal, as an invitation... a "lesson". again, it's a choice. and a potential or portal... a voice from and of a future we can't see or know.

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Years ago I got to host Nikki for an event at the bookstore I worked at. Preparing for it was the first time I’d read her work and I immediately was smitten. She was the loveliest, kindest person. I reached that judgement not as a result of the event itself, though that was good (I’ve found that writers who are teachers are often the best events), since sometimes people have a necessarily-performative version of self for just such an occasion/purpose. Instead, it came from what happened afterwards.

It was a snowy night in Milwaukee. We were having trouble getting her a cab, but I was heading in the direction of her hotel anyway so I offered to drive her. My car was parked in a structure across the street, however I somehow missed that they’d recently turned it paid from free. And I was NOT prepared.

So we get to the exit and I realize I don’t have any money. I was going through a divorce at the time and financially strapped, didn’t even have a credit card to use. I was mortified, apologetic, and a little panicky but trying to stay cool because I was in the presence of someone I thought was cool. I remembered I have coins stashed in the car’s ashtray (aka parking meter $ storage) and took out the container. And then proceeded to feed quarter after dime after dime after nickel into the machine, slowly, hoping I had enough.

I also kept thinking about how tired she must be and eager to settle into her hotel and here I am delaying that.

But she simply sat there, so patient. She didn’t offer to pay either, though. Yet somehow that combination made me feel like she was letting me overcome the obstacle—allowing me to retain a sense of dignity underneath my embarrassment. She could have swooped in with a card, but it would have made me feel worse and I got the sense she knew that. I have no doubt she would have helped if I wasn’t ultimately able to get us out.

The 10-minute drive after was fairly cozy, with the quiet city and the snow, and I don’t recall what we talked about but my memory is that it was nice. She was so gracious.

For years, I told the story in a way that made it funny… because I told it with myself at the center. But when I retell it with her as the main character, it changes the air. Makes it softer, gentle, humbling, and…a lesson in how to be so for others as well as ourselves.

Thank you for modeling that in life and on the page, Nikki. I’ll always treasure our awkward moment together. Truly. 💜

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