I sat across from a man in a NYC subway who stood out from everyone else. It wasn't how he was dressed, what he was saying or doing that caught my attention. This man was sad. Very sad. There are a lot of unhappy people in a subway, but the look on this man's face was haunting. I couldn't stop looking at him, and after I hopped off at my stop, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Recently, I've felt a tinge of jealousy watching those who have careers, relationships, or lives that fill them up -- emotionally, mentally, and spiritually; however, I had naively put myself in that group for years. I felt sympathy for those who didn't have the "picture perfect" life because the grass was beautifully green and manicured on my side.
Finding oneself by serving others may seem paradoxical. The word "service" has gone out of style. Today it often conjures up images of military service, or customer service. Its broader meaning refers to kindness, acknowledgement, making a difference. A "life of service" might include any or all of these: