那五分鐘，我們陪她一起度過
感受並接受恐懼，但仍然採取行動。
2026 年 10 月 21 日，第四次 Ripple Room，有一個我會一直記得的片刻。
一位正在學小提琴的女孩，在決定參加之前，就知道自己可能還沒準備好分享音樂。為了這次分享，她想了很久。
她想分享的是：雖然自己逃避了很長一段時間，但在我、廣哥，以及 Ripple Room 這個社群的鼓勵下，她終於願意踏出一步，面對恐懼。
真正站上台時，恐懼仍然讓她僵住了。五分鐘，她沒有辦法開口。後來，她哭了，也終於向我們說出自己的害怕。
那段沉默，感覺像永遠那麼長。
那五分鐘，仍然是她的
我覺得主持人做得非常好。她把那五分鐘留給台上的女孩，沒有急著用安慰的話填滿沉默。
三十位 Ripple Roomers，就坐在地毯上，陪著她。一直到她慢慢從那陣恐慌中走出來。
回想起來，我和朋友們鼓勵她上台，是希望她能自在地分享自己。那天，她選擇從恐懼說起。我們能做的，就是把時間留給她，陪她慢慢說。
那五分鐘，仍然是她的。我們陪她一起度過。
寬容、慈悲與愛
這讓我想到一段常被歸於 Rumi 的話：
以寬容之耳聆聽，
以慈悲之眼看待，
以愛的語言說話。
那天，這幾句話對我有了更深的意思。寬容，是讓她照自己的速度來。慈悲，是認真對待她的害怕。愛，也可以是三十個人安靜地坐著，沒有離開。
我想要的 Ripple Room，就是這樣的地方。無論誰站上台，我們都願意給他完整的支持、寬容、慈悲與愛。願意分享的人，不需要先證明自己能夠表現得很好。
活動結束時，我走上台，給了她一個擁抱。我告訴她，她是今晚在場最勇敢的人。下次一定要再來。
她也希望，有一天能再次站在這裡，把小提琴的聲音分享給大家。
誰知道呢？也許有一天，這個舞台會屬於她。
朱平 Ping Chu
Those Five Minutes Belonged to Her
Feel the fear and do it anyway.
On October 21, 2026, at our fourth Ripple Room gathering, something happened that I will always remember.
A girl who was learning the violin knew, before deciding to attend, that she might not yet be ready to share her music. She had thought about it for a long time.
She wanted to tell us about the step she was taking after a long period of avoidance—encouraged by me, Guang, and the community she had found in Ripple Room.
Once onstage, fear still overwhelmed her. For five minutes, she could not speak. Then she cried and began to tell us how frightened she was.
The silence felt like forever.
The Time Was Still Hers
I thought the host did an excellent job. She let her own those five minutes. She did not rush to fill the silence with comforting words or treat her with condescension.
All thirty Ripple Roomers sat on the carpet and stayed with her until she gradually came through that wave of panic.
Looking back, my friends and I had encouraged her to share something of herself. That evening, she chose to begin with her fear. What we could offer was time, and our presence as she found her words.
Those five minutes still belonged to her. We stayed with her through them.
Tolerance, Compassion, and Love in Practice
I think of these words, often attributed to Rumi:
“Listen with the ear of tolerance, see through the eyes of compassion, speak with the language of love.”
That evening gave those words a deeper meaning for me. Tolerance meant allowing her own pace. Compassion meant taking her fear seriously. Love could be thirty people sitting quietly and staying.
This is the spirit I want for Ripple Room: whoever steps onstage receives our wholehearted support, tolerance, compassion, and love. Nobody needs to prove they can perform well before they belong.
At the end of the evening, I walked onstage and gave her an embrace. I told her she was the most courageous person in the room that night, and asked her to come back next time.
She hoped that one day she could return and share the sound of her violin with everyone.
Who knows? One day, the stage may belong to her.
Ping Chu
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