I wish this holiday season, I was the official greeter at the mall.
Yet I would not want to offer a generic greeting, and a strained smile.
I would greet people, with hugs galore!
I'd offer a genuine welcome, apart from the norm. To those, whom I perceived needed one, I would greet with a warm embrace, a tender kiss on the cheek, or a wink as they ambled along. (No, I would not try to pick pocket their wallets.).
When someone you highly esteem goes through a rough spot, I feel it is BS to attempt the automatic response: “I’m sorry, I know how you feel.” Unless you are that person, you don't.
I wish I would say nothing,and simply hold his hand, and offer a therapeutic, healing massage. Just a soothing rub down.
I wish I could take stray dogs into my home.
I wish I could give shelter to homeless women, adrift on their own.
I wish I could always stop to give rides to strangers sitting at the bus stop, on a late night, frigid cold.
I wish I could marry a day laborer, so he can get his legal residency status, and be not afraid of what lies beyond.
I wish I could be a hospice volunteer (I am looking into it), and hold the hand of whom is making the transition. I'd tell he or she that: “It is O.K; there’s nothing to be afraid of. There will be no more pain, no more suffering, and your spirit will never perish.” This as they face the unknown.
I wish I could join a stranger eating alone on Christmas day, at a Denny’s counter, and perhaps a new friendship may be born.
I wish I could make those broken, whole once more.
I wish I could volunteer at a retirement home, and interview the characters, or those so alone in their twilight years. I would write a mini biography of each, their quotes, and thoughts, because each life matters. We all have a story to tell, and they would know in memory they will live on.
When someone you highly esteem goes through a rough spot, I feel it is BS to attempt the automatic response: “I’m sorry, I know how you feel.” Unless you are that person, you don't.
I wish I would say nothing,and simply hold his hand, and offer a therapeutic, healing massage. Just a soothing rub down.
I wish I could take stray dogs into my home.
I wish I could give shelter to homeless women, adrift on their own.
I wish I could always stop to give rides to strangers sitting at the bus stop, on a late night, frigid cold.
I wish I could marry a day laborer, so he can get his legal residency status, and be not afraid of what lies beyond.
I wish I could be a hospice volunteer (I am looking into it), and hold the hand of whom is making the transition. I'd tell he or she that: “It is O.K; there’s nothing to be afraid of. There will be no more pain, no more suffering, and your spirit will never perish.” This as they face the unknown.
I wish I could join a stranger eating alone on Christmas day, at a Denny’s counter, and perhaps a new friendship may be born.
I wish I could make those broken, whole once more.
I wish I could volunteer at a retirement home, and interview the characters, or those so alone in their twilight years. I would write a mini biography of each, their quotes, and thoughts, because each life matters. We all have a story to tell, and they would know in memory they will live on.
Holidays are particularly tough. Those evoke vivid memories of times past, when the song: “Please Come Home for Christmas” simply does not apply. There are billions of us, yet we are so alone.
This e-mail that someone sent me, did put me in a funk. Yet, I am the eternal optimist and know that better things will come his way. I wish the above, but you can see it would be too dangerous for me to lose myself in the plight of others; I am much too sensitive. Do know, I wish it would be so.
Just recalled a quote I read somewhere once: “The finest steel, has to go through the hottest fire.”
