Dave and I have talked more than once about how many more people we know or hear about facing serious, even terminal illnesses compared to years ago when we lived elsewhere. I have a theory. And it’s pretty simple. Back then we were self-centered. We were in our own little world of immediate friends and family, not open nearly as much as we are now to the tribulation of the rest of society. Sure we had empathy for what others were facing around us, but we didn’t take the time to pray for them or attend a benefit in their honor or even let thinking about them take up too much of our time. I hate to hear about tragic circumstances, especially in my backyard. But the people we are today can’t ignore suffering. I take the time to mail a card or post a word of encouragement on Facebook and read blogs that document personal health challenges. We show up for a stranger’s fundraiser, donate to a cause we never paid attention to before and have regular conversations about the needs of others. It feels good to care.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 46
This post was written by Tara on April 30, 2012