I’d like to present another #1000Speak contribution by Connie Flanagan. Her story is modest, touching and beautiful. I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.
Originally posted on Everything Indie:
I am writing this post today as part of the 1000 Voices for Compassion campaign by bloggers all over the world. The goal is to have 1000 bloggers speak on compassion today, February 20, 2015 . Here is my contribution to this amazing project.
I am one person, and my life is small. I live alone with two cats, one whom I adopted as a stray, and the other whom I adopted from a nursing home that sadly had to get rid of its therapy pets due to allergies. (If adopting them was an act of compassion, then it was one from which I profited.) My acts of compassion, like my life, are also small.
I work in a bookstore. Some of my customers use wheelchairs, and some others have “brand new people” in carriages or strollers. It’s a small thing for me to ensure that the floors are clear…
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I just discovered the 1000 Voices for Compassion Facebook page, and the call for those so moved to participate in one day of good, healthy, loving ‘speak’ in the world. If you’re not a blogger, you can write a post or essay about compassion and go to http://1000speak.wordpress.com/ for help to get it posted, or email 1000Speak@gmail.com to be guided. Or you can tweet on Twitter under the #1000Speak hashtag to participate.
The fear today is that compassion has gotten lost in the world’s present nature of anger with rage, arrogance with greed, and superiority with dominance. But fortunately I have found it hiding in many places. I was recently blessed with an abundance of compassion during a recent illness. Not only the cards, flowers, phone calls, and offers to help, but the people in the hospital who went well beyond their work requirements. They are the quiet people, doing their jobs and living their lives the best they can with compassion. They contribute to the food banks, they donate money, clothes, and home goods to charities, and they bring hot meals to those who can’t currently provide for themselves. Compassion and charity are two fingers on the same glove.
It’s hard to get past the suspicion … is that guy really homeless? Does that woman really not have enough money to pay for the bus? How can that kid afford cigarettes but can’t pay his whole rent? Then there’s the “I’m busy” syndrome … I don’t have time to help clean up that old lady’s yard, I have my own yard to take care of! I can’t take the neighbor’s kids in tonight, I have other plans!
I remember first reading about paradigm shifts. The article was geared toward anger, and suggested that we can’t ever really know what is truly in another person’s heart or mind. That driver who just cut you off may have a sick child, or a woman in labor in his car. The person who pushed past you, then let the door slam in your face, may have just heard about an emergency or a death in the family. When I start to mutter blue phrases toward those people I try to remember to do a paradigm shift. It allows me to feel that I’ve shown compassion for another human being in a generous way, although it didn’t cost me anything and I’ll never know his or her truth.
Regaining and building confidence is my personal specialty, and how it manifests success in every area and relationship in your life. Keeping compassion as an emotion found, fed, and tenderly cared for must remain at the top of our to-do list. Take the chance that your compassion may be misplaced. It’s a lot better than turning your back on that one person whose life and dignity you might have saved with just a little Compassion. Today one person, tomorrow the world. Now there’s a confidence-builder if I ever heard one!
Sometimes serendipity (the Universe?) brings you something perfect. This post by Kristen Lamb speaks to me as the writer and as the confidence coach. Works for us all. Thanks, Kristen. WE all needed this.
Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:
We’re a few weeks out from the New Year and many of us are struggling. I don’t think I am saying anything crazy when I assert that most of us would LIKE to improve. We want to learn and grow and be better over time. No one dreams about being broke, stressed, overweight and unhappy. That’s a given and you might even laugh at that notion.
Yet, nature abhors a vacuum.
I dream of a floor I can’t find because I’m SO behind on laundry it’s more of an archaeological project than housework.
But I need to ask the hard question: If we aren’t dreaming of all that bad stuff? What are we dreaming about?
I’ve consulted countless business people and writers. Conversations are VERY telling. Some people are so afraid of failing that they never make a decision. Yet…
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