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Medical professionals are affirmed in their work that the priority is to protect and to heal. What if all people realized that doing no harm was a priority?

In fact, what if people not only tried to protect and heal, but they tried to support, cheer and approve? What a novel concept! Would it take so much time to care that it prevented people from making a living, cleaning their house (not me, personally, but others who are more meticulous), caring for their families, and fulfilling their personal dreams?

Whether people can, or cannot, they may avoid the topics of concern all together. I think that if I open a door, conversationally or emotionally, that I am holding the hand of someone and showing them that it is alright to step through to the unknown. The unknown may be uncomfortable; it may be shy, fearful, anxious, or adventurous for the blessed optimistic few. However, I thought if I kept someone company and held their hand into the great unknown, then it would be alright.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you want to communicate the most real of things, only superficial responds. There are excuses and explanations in some environments where it is claimed that nothing is “personal” it is just business; personally, at times, I think that is just an excuse for bad behavior. First, and foremost, do no harm, and remember to be a human being.

What hurts me today may hurt you tomorrow; you might need a friend or a caring soul to listen and empathize with a pain that seems too great to bear or a sorrow that seems without end. We don’t have to be close to someone to share their pain; we just need to be human. Whether we acknowledge someone else’s presence, we are all in this life together, conjoined for reasons unknown and the other person sees and does not forget. There is a master plan so well hidden that it seems inconceivable at times that one exists, and yet, it must, for that is the only reason to keep going at times.

Sometimes the most meaningful and heartwarming feelings can rise from mere construction paper and magic markers. A two foot by two foot card awaited us after a trip to see family. Made out of blue construction paper, it was covered with sparkle paint, rhinestones, sequins, colored markers and crayons. Inside a rainbow colored “Thank you” was cut out and taped to pop out when opened. It was closed with a Mylar smiley face balloon floating idly above it. But it captured the heart and appreciation not acknowledged or shared at other times.

Thirty one girls signed it all over thanking my husband for all that he had done for them before they graduated high school. Whether, it was to turn on the heat, close a window, provide forgotten keys, or make sure the drive was cleared of snow and the front doors unlocked, my husband was always there, quiet and part of the running of the day. While he was not the highest paid nor on the echelons of respected professionals, the day began and ended with his presence and him doing his best to be ready for another day and for others.

What we take for granted today may be gone tomorrow. The drinks refilled in the refrigerator, the mail broken up into inboxes, the snacks and the coffee, and the supplies that keep things running quietly from day to day. The lowliest pens and the paper in the copier are the implements of the grandest communication. To some, this may seem the work of an underling, merely taken for granted, or not even noticed, but it is always done for someone else’s comfort. Isn’t it funny that we forget that someone has to do those things that we expect, even if it is the right thing to do? It is not on the scale of G-d rising and setting the Sun everyday, but it appears and does make things easier for someone else.

When you thank someone for doing those things, though they may be part of his or her job, a rainbow of light appears in the smile on his face and the caring and sincerity pierces the heart with the joyous awareness of appreciation and generosity of thanks. It is a kindness to do for others and it is a kindness to thank others. The most basic courtesies of our childhood, please and thank you, still serve as a guideline to our humanity and a light in our soul in the midst of other heartbreaks and the rush of the busyness. So much to do, more important things to be said and arranged; but the meaning of the little things is large in the scope of being human. Cardboard, construction paper, sequins, and glitter paint delivered the most wonderful message of appreciation, and the moments that each individual took to express themselves to praise someone else, will last far longer in the memory than the daily rush to greatness.

These words of gratitude and appreciation will last because they speak to the human in each of us, the same who seek approval, blush at compliments, cry at sadness, share in collective loss, and are silent in the presence of greatness and tragedy.

Today we celebrate Fathers, and Mothers, and those who touch our lives as mentors. What makes you supremely special to others? What steps have you taken to be memorable?
First, and foremost, do no harm, and remember to be a human being.

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2 Comments

  1. I shared this post on my FaceBook page.

  2. Thank you so much Ittymac!! I am very flattered and your support is so wonderful! Still have to catch up on that claircognizance some time too!!! :-))))


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