I once heard someone say that when you contribute to the wellbeing of others, you contribute to the wellbeing of yourself. As I reflected on that statement, I realized that I have always loved to help other people out without consideration of what the effects of that kindness had on me.
When I was in elementary school, I always was the first to volunteer to help new students to our school find their way around. Though I was shy around people I knew, I loved meeting new people and learning about their lives. I lived in a small town, so learning how things were different where my new friends had moved from was fascinating to me.
The summer before I entered junior high school, I traveled with my parents by car from California to Miami Beach, Florida for a convention my Father needed to attend. In the deep south I noticed that school playgrounds had students who were all the same color. And I noticed signs saying “White only” over drinking fountains, and on restaurant and rest room doors. When I asked my parents about this, they did not explain anything, but they did tell me to mind the signs.
With my parents’ unwillingness to explain why what I was noticing was happening, I became curious and started reading anything I could find to help me understand. I received quite an education from all the reading about how people seemed to pay more attention to our differences than to our similarities. I committed to be kind to people and to not judge them.
I’ve made it my mission to get along with people who others couldn’t. This has allowed me to have unique experiences and opportunities that I wouldn’t have had if I had chosen to worry about what others thought of me. Count on me to stand up for people who need support and to do the jobs that others think are beneath them. This contributed to my wellbeing.
My lifework now is to tend to others who find themselves dealing with grief for so many different reasons. In our culture we are generally compassionate at the time someone is overwhelmed with great loss, but the further away we get from when that loss occurred, the less we think of the person dealing with it. After dealing with people forgetting me when I could really have used the support, I am now remembering those I can help.
Beyond being there, offering love and support, I encourage these friends to realize the importance that happiness plays in helping them to move forward in their quest to discover the joy that is available to them in each moment of the rest of their lives. I smile as I remember each of these people and wish them well on their journeys.
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