As if I needed a reminder about that. Tonight, I visited a man in the hospital, he was just diagnosed with cancer. I don’t really know this man, I’ve just been trying to get him to come to our class for a year or so. Never has made it, but who knows. It would have been real easy not to visit but it just seemed to be the right thing to do. He is in a lot of pain and is going to the ICU tonight. His wife is about my age, we sorta grew up together. But not close. Not close at all.
His wife is scared, his inlaws are scared, he is scared. Their very young daughter must be reeling right now, too young to understand, too old not to know. It struck me that people need to know that others care, even those that aren’t close. So why is it that we usually don’t even bother to let those that we are close to know that we care? Mostly, I think, because we are too scared to be transparent, too scared to let others see that we aren’t what we seem. That we are vulnerable.