Sunday (non) Sense 05-25-14 Vol. 2.20 I Believe There Are Angels Among Us I preface this story by saying, “everything turned out well and everyone is fine.” It was a stress-filled week as some weeks are. In addition to the day-to-day ups and downs one of my children took ill and we ended up spending time in the hospital. The diagnosis, thankfully, was not life-threatening but was serious enough to require admittance. As I sat with my child (whose biggest concern on the surface was the inability to hold something in her right hand and take a selfie with the other because the IV prohibited the bending of her arm ☺) I was drawn for a moment into loneliness in addition to the sadness and worry. For just a moment I felt so alone. After all I am the one whose willing responsibility it is to keep up a happy face, make jokes and comfort my girl. Inside, though, I wanted to cry. None of us likes to see our children in pain, physical or emotional. We want to take away their worries and take them upon ourselves. At the moment I forget that I am not alone, the angels in my life make their entrances. My other daughters of course were worried about their sister. Each one though checked in on me regularly as well. “How are you holding up mum?” “Is there anything you need?” “Let me know when I should come to the hospital to make sure Zoe’s not alone?” “Can I pick up anything for you at the market?” --- My parents were on hand in every important way as well. Friends called and texted to offer concern and assistance. The hour was late and my “frister” [friend/sister] worried that Zoe wouldn’t have what she needed in order to feel comfortable. In her jammies she drove to us and dropped off a bag filled with books, magazines, apples, water bottles, shower gel, lotion and numerous other creature comforts. More than that though, she brought the powerful feeling that accompanied that most unselfish act. Zoe and I sat chatting and marveling at my friend’s generosity. Zoe remarked, “Karen is so nice. PEOPLE aren’t that nice.” The lesson there though is that people really are that nice. Perhaps not everyone avails themselves of the opportunity to be so selfless and so kind. Because of people like Karen though, Zoe and I are reminded of how an act of love can change the light in a room. That act of kindness and giving was as healing as or maybe even more healing than the antibiotic flowing through the IV. It is said that laughter is the best medicine. Without kindness I suggest we may forget that we have reason to laugh. We wallow instead. One kind act reminds us that there are reasons to smile and the fog lifts. On this Memorial Day weekend I would be remiss in not acknowledging and expressing gratitude to all who give selflessly so that we may enjoy this time with our loved ones. As I soak up the sun on this glorious day I see the light that shines across the globe warming our hearts and our homes but the burning of an eternal light on the final resting place of so many who sleep so that we may live. Let us please do that living with our eyes wide open. To those who fight so that we may exist in peace I say thank you. For the lessons learned and freedoms gained I am grateful. As I think back to Zoe’s words, “PEOPLE are not that nice,” I think of all of the people whose sole existence is dedicated to ensuring that we are granted the privilege of enjoying our freedoms. Zoe, I am happy to report that people ARE that generous. People ARE that selfless. My task now is to acknowledge and thank those people. The next step of that task, though, is to learn how to emulate their behavior. I would love nothing more than to leave this world having left a print that would make my children pause and say, wow, people really ARE that nice. ☺ ---let that legacy live on and on and on --- {If you’ve missed a Sunday (non) Sense or want to revisit one, they’re all waiting for you at alisazee }
Posted on: Sun, 25 May 2014 12:18:15 +0000
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