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Daily Prompt: In Reason to Believe, Bruce Springsteen sings, “At the end of every hard-earned day / people find some reason to believe.” What’s your reason to believe?

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At the end of everyday there is a reason to believe. I certainly don’t know what it is, but that is a repetitive self-mantra: I must be here for a reason.

There are many challenges that we each face in our work, family and lives. If we believe in a Divine system of guidance, then we believe that there is a plan in the world even if we cannot see it. We each play a role in the World that remains unseen until our physical lives end and we go back to discover who we were and who we are, what could have been achieved differently, and the ripples of our actions in the Universe. That is part of my reason to believe.

In the work that I do, working with charity and so many personalities, it can be very frustrating or hurtful. As I have jokingly told people, I don’t go back to my office and cry as often as I used to. It is necessary for me to open my head and my heart in trying to fulfill this commandment to the best of my ability. It is not that I have become insensitive to people’s difficult situations. Rather, I am trying to be better at the ability to separate myself from absorbing all of their pain and energy (at least sometimes). Other times, the best that I can do for people is to listen to their life stories, their heartaches, or provide the tissues when they cry.

Some of the people I meet are genuinely kind and lovely people. Others feel entitled and have a huge chip on their shoulders. They are so used to rejection, and fighting for what they need, that they come to me already squared off for battle. I would like to think that I am one of the easiest people that they will deal with on their journey; I will not belittle someone’s situation, nor blame them. If I am to represent someone else’s goodwill and faith, then I must do it in the most empathetic way possible.

I am not a stranger to Life’s ups and downs, but I have to keep going. If I am going to be there to support the needs of the thousands of people that I have met, and the thousands more that they help, I must be here for a reason and have to believe that — despite the less fortunate parts of my work.

My brother shared an expression with me early in my career when I questioned how much I could affect people and effect positive change. He said that G-d puts good things through the hands of good people and therefore, I needed to remember that if I was placed in this position, I must be someone pretty special.

My husband knows the difficulties and is still proud of me and the work that I do. He feels that it is important and very special. His support and encouragement are just as important to me as they are to those whom I can pass it along.

The people that I meet tell me that I will no doubt be blessed for the good works that I do. My response is that I don’t count my chickens, I will just let G-d keep track of the eggs in my basket.

Each of our lives brings us to places and situations that make us question the validity and need for such personal struggles and demands. But, in times of trouble, when I still look to find a reason to believe or find clarity about the low points, I have to take a deep breath, put on a smile, and remember that I must be here for a reason.

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Several days ago, I saw a Daily Post prompt asking people if they hold a grudge or “forgive and forget.” Since then, this topic has been rolling around my brain, so I can assuredly say that I do not forget!

My brain and memories are very important to me. The things that I remember can be painful and did hurt, but they also informed me, taught me, and developed my sensitivity and empathy.

Having taught, I do remember the students, both good and bad, who have been part of the lessons along the way. I have not forgotten the lousy bosses or corporate back-stabbing. I recall my New York commutes and muggings. Those who were selfish, egotistical, mean, rude, disparaging and dispirited are part of the cadre of remembered.

People who behave that way, and treat others that way, are an anathema to me. I cannot possibly understand why they want to be remembered as that kind of person or why they would want others to remember the stupid things they should have forgotten to say out loud!

The bullies have not been forgotten though time has removed some of the sting. Yet, the words have not been forgotten and the body language and facial micro-movements have been catalogued in my brain. My memory has served as a training ground and provided me with people skills and self awareness.

So, do I hold a grudge? Well, I have to keep going and moving forward. But, I never forget. I cannot forget the history of my family and the stories archived of their lives and legacy. History is doomed to repeat itself, so based on all that has occurred in just the last 100 years, as well as the last 100 days, none of us should ever forget the past.

I cannot forget the stigma and shame of people afraid to take medication for fear of what others will say about them or their children. People forget the bravery it takes to tackle personal challenges head on. I cannot forget what economic issues my family experienced, so my empathy is well developed towards others who struggle. The tears that have been shed in grief, loss and despair are not forgotten because I have felt them too.

Watching loved ones’ health deteriorate so severely and completely, I cannot forget the pain I see in someone else’s eyes. I try to remember my manners even when others behave badly; courtesy, kindness and compassion should never be forgotten.

In fact, it really is not ever forgotten. To anyone who has struggled financially, an unexpected check in a birthday card or the kindness of strangers means the world. For someone spending days in the hospital, and nights alone, a cup of coffee or a check-in call really can be a life saver. An individual so split with grief cannot think about the numerous errands and demands of daily life and will cry with relief when someone offers a helping hand. The flowers received or the laugh shared helps to temporarily forget the difficulties and traumas that still lie outside the door.

Caring and compassionate behavior has the power to change lives and move worlds. Kindness is the Grace of memory.

To the people I wish I could forget, I will remember the lies you said to my face and behind my back always. It is a reminder of what people can do to others in the name of the ego and false friendship.

To the people who helped to light my path when it was dark and desolate, you gave me a gift that I will always remember. It is my hope that I will share it with as many people as I can and that they will remember to share it with others. Your kindness and example will not be forgotten, and while I may not carry a grudge (on the outside), I will carry a grin in my heart and growth within my soul.

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Being a bully does not make you strong; surviving one does. Cultivate empathy and create a safe environment for others to grow and develop without fear, judgment, or shame.

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