I stole another great article that really hit home with me. This one's from a skydiving board I frequent. This woman wrote a touching and beautiful reminder to everyone. Read it....live it.
I know a man. He works hard, has 4 jobs, so his beautiful wife can stay home with their children. He is talented - he has a musicality that is rare and a joy to be heard. He is intelligent, and is quick to understand things and see applications. He is a very bright light in this world, helping others as he is able, and sometimes going above and beyond. He has compassion - he would give you the shirt off his back if you were in need.
He is my brother.
He is getting his real estate license, and I am training him. When that's done, we will be partners. I can't wait. So tonight, as we leave the office, we get to talking about things. Standing there in the twilight, watching the clouds, tinged in greys and salmons, scud across the sky, we talk. About his world, my world; about sailing ships and sealing wax...just things. And then he gets into his car - and I grab the door, stick my face in, and tell him "I love you, and you are wonderful" and grin at him. I turn to pick up my briefcase and purse, and look over my shoulder at him.
He's sitting there, hands over his face, in his car. And then he comes out of it, fast. Already moving toward him, I drop my stuff. He is crying. Deep, heartfelt sobs. My brother. Strong, stalwart, invincible. My big brother. Crying.
And I open my arms and hold him close, just me and him. As the sun sets, and as his tears fall, I hold him, rocking him gently. He is much bigger than me - I am 5'7", and he is 6'4". But somehow it works. He buries his head in my shoulder and just cries. I am not sure what is wrong, but right now, in this moment, it doesn't matter that I know - it simply matters that I hold him and love him.
He straightens up and tells me he hasn't heard that he is loved in a long time, not the way I said it. Not really. His wife tells him in her way, but he can't hear it sometimes, I guess. I, in impish fashion, simply said I love you. Nothing more, nothing less. And that reached down into him, and I hear all the things which are going on in his life, and all the things that he sees as going wrong. Problems at work, problems at home...and all bottled up and shoved down deep, no-one but he and God knowing.
My simple communication brought this from him, and, as I stand there, listening, holding his hand, just loving him and listening, I can't help but think how many moments we let go by without telling people we love that we do love them; how many people need to hear that from us, how much that means to them. It scared me, his intensity, his tears, but I also understand them. I can't fix his problems, but I can listen to him, and I can love him.
Often, we get all wrapped up in our own troubles, and think that "no-one cares". We think, and behave, as if the world revolves around only our troubles, and that the world will end if we don't solve them. This is sometimes true, but this attention to self's issues can blind us to others who are hurting, or who need to be reassured.
So take a moment, and let them know. Spare a little effort, and move away from self. Call them, reach out to them, let them know. Let them know that someone cares, and someone will listen if they need an ear. Let them know that they have value, and that they contribute to you.
Tell them they are loved.