For too long, words have been mistaken for compassion. |
Caring Is Not Enough As people, we're so far apart that we can't see beyond ourselves. We know the truth that lies within but keep it on the highest shelves. Those times I take my blinders off, it's not surprising that I see – reflected in the eyes of others, my hopes and dreams: pieces of me. We accept the pain we daily see or simply turn our eyes away instead of reaching out to help, or offering a better way. The magic of a gentle touch, the joy we find in sharing, can be a part of everyday... it's more than simple caring. It's not enough to shake our heads and mumble words of piety or give some money to a group for one more useless committee. Start within your neighborhood or randomly along the street. Share an act of kindness with a stranger that you meet. How can we turn a blind eye as we watch as hope departs and the suffering continue mirrored in pieces of our hearts? We know the answers from within; we understand the Golden Rule. Beyond the words, we need to act for that is change's fuel. Notes: An entry for "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" [ASR] Prompt: "A piece of my heart " Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please, if you're going to rate this, leave a comment. Come to think of it - as long as you're here, leave a comment . Criticisms, thoughts, reactions, yes – even a kind word of encouragement – are all equally welcome Ken |