By choosing to not care, to not have an opinion, to not take a stance, you are part of the problem. Ignoring something doesn't make it go away. And you cannot rely on others to fight for the world you want to live in. It's on you. And me. And all of us to build the world we want to live in.
Over 30 years have passed, since this particular act of Kindness was shown towards me, yet I can still clearly remember what happened and remain deeply thankful to the person who helped the little boy that I once was
The other day, I was walking through the grocery store parking lot with all three of my kids. Because I was distracted by the usual chaos of reminding everyone to hold hands, look for cars and get their fingers out of their noses, I was surprised to hear a voice behind me.
When you see a homeless person, do you look the other way and keep on walking? If you do ignore a homeless person's request for help, just how quickly does the incident evaporate from your mind? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
Who is most aware of what we have carried forward with us from childhood? Our partners. Intimate relationships are the contexts where these old reflexes are most likely to emerge and even dominate our current experience.
A simple thing, but it rattled me for the rest of the day. What is it about me that made that woman think it would be all right to ask such a personal favor? Does she not know I'm a doctor and a germaphobe? What if she has a cold? A sore throat? Herpes?
As we all know modern life can be very stressful. With so many demands on our time, through juggling family, work and friends, it can be a little difficult to give ourselves the attention that we really need and deserve.
We are all a person in a situation. As much as we want others to understand our situation, we should try to understand theirs. Maybe even the slow driver of the minivan who got his food before me had a very good reason for driving slowly. Probably not -- but maybe.
Firstly, let me state that I'm TERRIFIED of Bees and Wasps. Whilst I recognize that this fear (phobia?) of mine is, to some degree, irrational, I've lived with it for forty odd years and gotten used to it. It is what it is, you know?
Smiles are irresistible. Don't hesitate to smile warmly at friends, family, colleagues and even... strangers. Write hand-written thank-you notes. The notes don't need to be an essay and people love to receive them. It's the personal touch.
We've all been there. You look at your new baby and deep joy settles into your soul, but the days to come may not be exactly what you planned. The joy is soon colored by the realities of sleep deprivation, worry and more advice than any human being could ever possibly use.
Now, I've found grace in helping others by sharing my story, hopefully showing that you can bring meaning and purpose to tragedy. The grace of helping others is far greater than the suffering I once endured.
The insurance companies' complications, government involvement, and economic downturn have all added fuel to this fire of discontent. But I think the problem is even more pervasive than that. It stems from our interactions. With each other and with our patients.
Hinduism has a beautiful myth about the origins of love. In the beginning, there was a superbeing called Purusha. This being was without desire, craving, fear, or indeed the impulse to do anything at all--since the universe was already perfect and complete.
In reality, you can put a filter on an image, you can add 100 layers to make the perfect picture. But for some, through the lens the naked truth lies in the eyes, the poverty, the struggle, the hunger and the truth that is recorded.
Time, money, and energy are finite resources that each of us must budget. Sometimes it's difficult not to judge or criticize people whose passion seems to be directed toward causes that are inconsistent with our own priorities.