compassion

We recently had the privilege of helping someone in deep distress.

It made me think that every day there is weather, traffic, meals, new stuff, pleasure, work, play and challenge, a dress to wear, a cross to bear, omg what to do with your hair but that really nothing matters except being able to help someone in need.

It was the kind of distress we have never before witnessed or experienced.  The kind that makes you wonder if you ever really understood the world for what it is. The kind that might even steal, if you aren’t careful, the innocence from a 52 year old.

I wondered if this experience was too much for my 18 year old. Maybe seeing the world this way was going to alter her. But desire to help is much greater than desire to protect.

I watched her compassion and I heard her words and  everything that she did and said were carbon copy to what I wanted to say. If I was lost, I could look to her because she has looked to me (and so many of you) for so long. It was like looking in the mirror only at a much better, clearer version of myself.

It reminded me of how carefully they watch us and how we all teach them not by saying and preaching but by doing and being. And then one day you see that all that can be drawn from too when you need it.

I was proud.

(And that concussion was squished into nothingness.)

peace out

peace out

 

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