What if we all tried to really take a minute and put ourselves in the shoes of someone less fortunate? Not to beat ourselves up, but to build each other up. Imagine how different things would be.
Nothing kills the buzz in a room like the chronically ill. And, like any subgroup of people, there are the self-absorbed attention seekers among us. But, most of us, when we go through the difficult times, are able to offer the world desperately needed kindness.
Some days the fact that compassion fatigue has become normal hurts my heart.
What if it we normalized our own struggles while also acknowledging the struggles of others?
What if we held each other up instead of cutting each other down?
What if we showed compassion and human decency without any expectation of what we would get in return?
What if we all decided to “pay it forward” and speak and act with kindness?
What if the “golden rule” my Grandma referred to over and over was common practice?
I’m guessing the world would be better, softer, and more comfortable for all of us.
I’m getting older. My circle is getting smaller, and my heart is getting softer. I am grateful for all of those things.
Rare disease has beaten this body for over 5 decades. The storms have been relentless. And I am still here. My heart has been broken, and I have cried rivers of tears, but I am still here. Through those dark days I was never abandoned and never truly alone.
What if we focused more on giving others that sense of peace and love?
Maybe we should take lessons from these three? They are all different breeds, with different strengths, adopted and brought together in love. They treat each other like siblings in every way.
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