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Be kind.

September 11, 2014

Last month I accompanied my brothers in blue to a death notification, a suicide. I met the father; assisted in delivering the dreadful news; offered my condolences and my phone number; then walked out feeling heartbroken for yet another parent who had just received the dreaded powerfully painful news.
Only when I stopped by the scene and see the deceased did I find out that I not only knew the one who felt there was nothing left to live for, I had sat with him 2 weeks prior. My card was still in his wallet. We had interacted, I had been in his path repeatedly, and yet missed his distress signals…if he had sent them.
That night I sat on my sofa and for lack of more effective words, simply felt rocked.
I battled with the natural guilt of feeling like I missed an opportunity to save a life.
Since my pre-teen years, I have found solace in writing when I ache.
That night as I grieved for a life loss, for yet another person who was unable to see his worth, unable to pull from the darkness, for another parent who was left to wonder where they had failed in expressing their love and who now had the task on hand to bury their child, I found peace in the pain by challenging myself to convert woe into words and convey a lesson I learned into a message to be shared that might reach the eyes, thoughts and hearts of those within the word’s reach hoping to ignite a desire to practice compassion, acceptance, concern, and above all the determination to be nothing less than kind to every soul we meet not knowing the weight on their heart, the pain in their lives, or the length of their days.

Hope and Friendship Foundation

Another death notification today.
When I saw him and realized who it was I was very, very sad.
You didn’t know him. He was one in our shadows.
A bit older than I am, no friends, no job, no pressing purpose in life, never caused attention to himself, never saw the limelight of success or popularity. He was able to settle in the shadows and just be. Today he decided he had enough of just being.
What rocks me tonight is that I enjoyed visiting with him.
I would see him every few months at the least and visit for just a few minutes.
I never treated or spoke to him with any less respect than the most prominent person I would visit with because that is what we are created to do.
That is what Jesus wants us to do.
I read what Einstein said years ago and try…

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