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This weekend, when a dear friend whom I called for help in an emergency situation was willing to even leave someone dear visiting, only for to help me. Without, it most probably would have ended in a very difficult situation for all concerned. I am deeply grateful for the unquestionable commitment of this friend.
The most recent was on Friday. I was running behind schedule. Not only was the student willing to get my client while I was finishing up a client, she helped that client return more comfortably. I caught up on my schedule because of her, instead of running in a continuous deficit.
It’s a simple one. Yesterday, early in the morning, I came down with an unfortunate gastrointestinal bug! It knocked me out, and kept me from going to the fun event that I had planned with my friend. Undeterred, she still went, but she picked up a Covid rapid- test on her way home, and left it on my doorstep. These days, even the slightest illness can raise the question “Is it Covid?!” The test was negative – thank goodness! But I am so grateful to my sweet friend for thinking of me, and covering all the bases! (She would have picked up chicken soup, too, had I asked.) Great friends are such a blessing.
All my early educators, the teacher who said I was intelligent gently urging me to speak, my choir teacher who told me to open up my pipes releasing unfound joy, my English teacher who taught me to to explore my feelings with creative writing or reading poetry, giving me wonder with the world. Teachers were first responders for children like me, planted the seed.
When the student is ready the teacher will appear. Throughout my life this is how it has been as long as I keep open. Everyone has something to offer in some way, even if it is not what to do. I know the mistakes I have made, someone else has already experienced it. Pay it forward, you may never know the difference you make, but we pass it on.
My best friend will say exactly what I need to hear whether I realize it or not. She knows me so well and can always read my mind & tell what I’m thinking. My grandmother gives me the right kind of help, too — she is my comfort blanket and is always there when I need it. Also, my dad is the most generous person I know and he always wants the best for me. He will do anything for me if it would make me happy, I just know it. All these people help me in different ways but that’s exactly how I need and want it to be.
This year, I lost hours, then days, then weeks of work to a personal crisis. My employer never pushed back, but just waited until I could pull myself together and make up the time.
My friend paul who provided me with economic, emotional assistance and friendship. In conjunction with a neighbor i happened to have at the time.
When I’ve asked. . .
Is it too much to ask?
I had some tension in my back and neck a few weeks ago, so decided a remedial style massage might help. The masseuse found all the right spots and dispatched the tension expertly.
I was having a bad day and reached out to my sister by phone. I was able to talk about everything I was feeling, and some that I wasn’t very proud of. She listened and did not react to the ugly parts of what I was feeling. She just let me talk, and the feelings all passed. I am forever grateful for having her as my sister.
A couple of months ago, a young woman friend of mine from Florida became Director of the Western Carolina Restoration House charity sponsored by our church. Kerry needed a place to stay until she could find a new home locally so I offered her my spare bedroom and the use of my home until she could get her feet on the ground and find her own home. Affordable housing in Western NC is scarce at best, and with the demand from outsiders escaping Covid in the mountains, almost nonexistent, so she is still living here.
Last Wednesday I underwent a heart ablation procedure to correct my A-fib. Because Kerry is living here in my home and has offered to help me to recover, I am able to return to my own home for recovery instead of having to be admitted to a nursing home for several weeks, a win-win situation for us both! God certainly knows how to work things out for the best!
Wishing you a speedy recovery Samuel and one of my daughter’s name is Kerry:) great name!
Thank you, Michele…
Kerry IS a good name indeed!
As I was answering that question in my “gratefulness notebook”, four past examples came up. As I finished writing about them, about the four different people who helped me through four different situations, I realised that they all helped in the same way: they gave me the space, the time and an ear to express myself. They were ready to listen to the unspoken words that were blocked inside. . And just by doing so, nothing else, I instantly felt relieved and much better. They didn’t give me any pieces of advice, they didn’t agree with me nor did they argue with me. They gave me the space to speak. How powerful that is! I did express my gratitude at the time but I still hold it as a bunch of flowers whose flagrance I appreciate in my daily life. And I make sure that whenever someone needs the space, the time and an ear to speak that I can provide it without having to respond…
My sister moved out to help me when I had my son. As a single mom of a child with special needs, I can’t tell you how much I needed that help. She is still here, five years later, and I am grateful every day.
My 14-yr-old granddaughter! I was tearing out my hair, trying to set up yet another new printer [they seem to be needed every few yrs] and it was seeking and seeking for Bluetooth, something I’m not particularly familiar with. My granddaughter mentioned that I needed to connect to Bluetooth on my computer – duh! – and the new printer is finally working. In the process of suffering over-much about what should have been a manageable problem, I started focusing my awareness at my eyes, from where my tears had come, and am now focusing between them, at my 3rd eye. My belly had so often claimed my awareness with its distress about my problems, and I’m delighted to have moved up from there 🧿
I was going through a lawsuit. Though I was really young and it was overwhelming, I thought I was handling things well. My family and I were in my house discussing what to do. They left my house, and after I closed the door, I turned around to saw my partner standing in the middle of the living room. I broke and started profusely crying. I admitted I was scared and had no idea what I was doing. All he did was hold me what felt like an eternity. Didn’t say anything. I was at my lowest and he was right there to hold me up. That’s just what I needed right then and there. I was safe.
Hi, this is my first time here, perhaps I’ll figure out how to post a photo….first, the daily question. A few years ago, my daughter had a mental health episode in another city and a stranger grabbed her phone and called “mom” in her contact list. I had just enough time to let him know her diagnosis before she was arrested; instead she was taken to a hospital. When I called him the next day to thank him again, his phone number didn’t work….I looked for him on Facebook, etc. and finally determined he didn’t exist (in this realm, anyway). An angel appeared at just the right time, to give just the right kind of help when my daughter and I needed it most. I am forever grateful for him !
Welcome, Carol! Grateful you’re here, and grateful to read about your angel!
Thank you, Carol, for your wonderful daughter story, and welcome to this wonderful website 🤗. Daughter mental health episodes are something I’ve also experienced a few times 😘
When I was learning how to be a mother – I knew I couldn’t follow the role model that my own mother had set as we are different people. Instead, I found a woman who showed me how to love kids unconditionally – in the fun moments and during the temper tantrums. She was truly a gift for me.
What an amazing woman, Marnie – thank you for sharing.
When I didn’t feel well due to migraine attacks and the wheelchair assistance at the airport were very kind.
As a fellow migraine sufferer, I can appreciate the value of help when you are feeling so bad.
I’m hung up on “the right kind of help.” I guess it makes think of “the wrong kind of help.” That makes me think about the difference between need and want. Sometimes I confuse them. That said, I’m grateful for the many who have been there to encourage me and help me grow in self awareness in times of both joy and sorrow.. Every one and every thing is our teacher.
An icy wind threaded its way through the deserted gas pumps, as I struggled with the door to my gas tank. It was January in Michigan and the arctic air had frozen the tank’s access door; I needed help. I looked around the empty station before noticing a man crossing the street in my direction.
Even from a distance I could see the man’s stained coat was open to the wind that tossed his straggling hair and beard. I hesitated for a moment, but when that same wind set the ends of my scarf whipping straight out in front of me I called out to the stranger.
“Excuse me sir, could you help me, please?”
The man came over and when I’d explained my problem agreed to help me. At this distance I became aware the stranger was unwashed.
Showing him the release lever next to the driver’s seat, I took my place at the tank opening. It was then that I noticed my wallet, lying open on the driver’s seat, mere inches away from the man’s hand, my cash, plainly visible.
Better get this over with quickly, I determined; the sooner this stranger was on his way again the more comfortable I’d feel.
I nodded to him, and while he pulled the lever I successfully pried the access door open with my credit card. I confess I was a little too relieved, as I thanked him for his help. Now, we could go our separate ways again.
But, the man didn’t leave. Instead, he stood motionless, silently looking at me. We were only a step apart and the chill traveling the length of my spine now had nothing to do with the weather.
“Thank you,” he said, “Thank you for letting me help you.” And turning, the stranger continued on his way across the frozen parking lot.
Thanks for the wonderful story, DeVonna, and the beautiful telling of it. 💕
The right person (or pet) is always there when we need them 🙂
This one time, maybe about 20 years ago, I was out surfing. Beautiful summer day. Warm. Fun surf. Lots of people. I had caught a wave, and was standing on the inside waiting for the set to pass so I could paddle back out. A wave came and threw my knee out of place (I guess I was standing in the exact wrong position). With a surfboard leashed to the other leg, I was in waist-deep water and couldn’t move myself effectively. This guy I know came in and carried me out with the help of a few others getting my board and whatnot. Another guy came running up to see what happened, and he ran off, coming back with another surfer who just happened to be a doctor. The doc, Milton, popped my kneecap back where it was supposed to be. Getting it back in place so quickly saved me a lot of physical trauma, not to forget thousands of dollars if I would have had to be taken in an ambulance to the ER! He did not have to set my knee back in place, but he did. Pretty sure I surfed the next day in a knee brace!
I haven’t thought about that in a very long time, but it sure fills my heart up!
There have been so many! The most recent is our church community taking the time out of their lives to come and walk our dog twice a day when we both had Covid. And bringing us meals as well. But the dog walking was huge!!!
My cats have always given me love whenever I need it:) Thank God for pets – their unconditional love is heart warming.
Happy National Red Mitten Day to our Canadian friends:)
“National Red Mitten Day encourages Canadians to wear their Red Mittens in support of Canadian athletes! Red mittens represent the pride, generosity, and excellence of every Canadian.”
Not a “someone” per say but the 5th Divine Ray can be likened to Archangel Gabriel …..
The Divine Ray 5 A sweet sky-blue light………… Like a soft cloud…. Embraces you…… encompassing one with a vibration of relief, calmness and fulfillment……..
I am grateful for a Sunday School class in my small home church who paid part of my tuition for seminary until I completed my degree. That helped lighten my student debt load tremendously. It was an unsolicited act of kindness. Yes there have been many others who have helped me at just the right time. This is just one example of how an act of kindness can forever change a person’s life.
I am grateful for my brother who helps me get out of the negative thoughts I am feeling about not being able to complete the current tasks within my daily routine & goals because if close negativity from a immediate person in my daily day to day life! He reminds me to not let this dictate the person I AM!
I’ve received help & assistance time & time again. One tender memory of help is from a few years ago. I was in a transitional care unit rehabbing with a knee replacement. A guy who became a dear friend brought me fresh meals which needed refrigeration. Another rehabbing resident had a fridge & offered space for my meals. I was able to share fruit & food with her, while listening to her 70+ yr journey, which got me out of myself. It was a Holy week of miracles each day.
There have been so many people down through the years, in various, far flung situations, from offering me crucial “life-skills, part time and full time jobs,” housing security, career advancements, graduate school scholarships, and spiritual mentorships, that I wouldn’t know where to begin. All I know is that I am forever grateful for these “hidden angels,” in my life which continuously prompts me to pay it forward to others as way opens in whatever way in can.
When I mention one person, I am disrespecting many others. In my grief I have been very well supported and helped by many, lovely people.
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