About a month ago, while I was going through a very difficult time emotionally (to the point where I was losing sleep and having physical symptoms) I remember being in a store with my husband when we saw a friend of ours. He stopped to talk to us and expressed his concern for me. He'd noticed that I had lost the colour in my cheeks, was dragging myself around, and seemed very tired and/or sick. He said that he'd been praying for me, and that my husband and I were very special to him. As we parted, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Look after yourself...and feel better SOON."
The whole encounter took about five minutes. But it felt so great to know that someone cared, someone noticed, someone wanted me to be happy, and that he took the time to SHOW that. I hung onto that expression of loving concern for days and days. It really meant a lot to me. It fed my heart, so to speak.
Today, I saw him again. He remarked how much better I was looking these days - more relaxed, more colour in my cheeks, more bounce in my step. He said it was encouraging to see that. Again I was reminded that I was loved, that my feelings mattered. What a tremendous gift.
This fellow had learned somewhere along the line, that it's not enough to just care. Care must be SHOWN to make a difference to someone. It doesn't take long - five minutes during a random meeting, a few words or a smile and a wave, an encouraging text message, a short email, even a phone call. But it can make the difference between someone feeling as though nobody cares, and borrowing a little hope to make it through another day until the sun starts to shine through.
I really hope that the next time I am tempted to tell someone I care, I will remember to show it too ... just so the person knows I mean what I say and that it's not just empty words.
Food for thought.
The whole encounter took about five minutes. But it felt so great to know that someone cared, someone noticed, someone wanted me to be happy, and that he took the time to SHOW that. I hung onto that expression of loving concern for days and days. It really meant a lot to me. It fed my heart, so to speak.
Today, I saw him again. He remarked how much better I was looking these days - more relaxed, more colour in my cheeks, more bounce in my step. He said it was encouraging to see that. Again I was reminded that I was loved, that my feelings mattered. What a tremendous gift.
From "The Importance of Hugging" |
I really hope that the next time I am tempted to tell someone I care, I will remember to show it too ... just so the person knows I mean what I say and that it's not just empty words.
Food for thought.
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