Excellent, Mark. And perfect timing. I am going out on the Metro bus today. A lot of sad , angry, deranged,manic stories ride the bus, and I am learning not to judge. How do I know what is happening in their lives or what they livd with in their childhood? Sometimes even a kind word is rejected. Thank you for this beautifully written reminder.
Thank you for this reminder, Mark. I can't say for sure, but I think that sometimes, even the person who shows a smiling face is hiding some sadness or anger inside.
I'm so glad you were there for those people who called into the crisis center. I know for a fact I would not be able to let those stories go, not right awau. My husband teases me because any time I hear about something sad or terrible happening, I have to know as many details as I can find. I don't know why; I don't like it, I just have to know, and then I have to cry about it, and then, maybe, I can let it go. As one who regularly gets in a funk, I appreciate your efforts not to judge! Something I most certainly need to work on. It's just so darn easy to judge.
At times when I’ve been my stupidest and most fallible, if there was just one person who accepted me anyway, it made all the difference. And in interacting with others who might not be at their best, I try to remember that love is always the answer.
Excellent, Mark. And perfect timing. I am going out on the Metro bus today. A lot of sad , angry, deranged,manic stories ride the bus, and I am learning not to judge. How do I know what is happening in their lives or what they livd with in their childhood? Sometimes even a kind word is rejected. Thank you for this beautifully written reminder.
Mark, your wise and compassionate heart is needed in this world.
Sometimes it IS really that bad.
Thank you for this reminder, Mark. I can't say for sure, but I think that sometimes, even the person who shows a smiling face is hiding some sadness or anger inside.
Their hearts are our hearts to handle ever so tenderly.
I'm so glad you were there for those people who called into the crisis center. I know for a fact I would not be able to let those stories go, not right awau. My husband teases me because any time I hear about something sad or terrible happening, I have to know as many details as I can find. I don't know why; I don't like it, I just have to know, and then I have to cry about it, and then, maybe, I can let it go. As one who regularly gets in a funk, I appreciate your efforts not to judge! Something I most certainly need to work on. It's just so darn easy to judge.
Beautifully written and incredibly insightful, as always.
At times when I’ve been my stupidest and most fallible, if there was just one person who accepted me anyway, it made all the difference. And in interacting with others who might not be at their best, I try to remember that love is always the answer.
Wow. I’m still processing this in my head and heart.