“Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us. Let's not be afraid to receive each day's surprise, whether it comes to us as sorrow or as joy. It will open a new place in our hearts, a place where we can welcome new friends and celebrate more fully our shared humanity.”
Did you learn anything special in February?
I changed my opinion about people. Amidst the cable news stories of terrorists’ beheadings and drive-by shootings in cafes, good-hearted people came together in my small town and demonstrated love. I saw it firsthand.
When my doctor was diagnosed with cancer, his daughter was bummed. She flagged down her prayer warring friends for help. He was turning 53 and we decided to celebrate his life in style. We threw him a party. His old chums, family, and patients showed up with pot luck and birthday gifts. His buddies, in a local band, entertained us. I loved the way some of the guys told funny high school tales on him. What a bunch of kind people that heard the call that one is sick among us and needs some cheering up. These same people established a financial fund to help with his medical bills.
I’ll never forget the day I met him. My son-in-law recommended his services because I could barely walk. My back was out of alignment and I was desperate for help. I saw improvement after my first adjustment. On my second visit to his office, I called him my new best friend. He was compassionate and cared not only about my physical problems, but my whole being. He taught me exercises, reviewed supplements with me and held me accountable to change my diet to combat inflammation. I believe he really wanted to help me get well.
He easily shared about his personal life and I found myself easily talking about mine. He was curious about my food allergies and why they restricted me socially. It’s embarrassing to go out to dinner and stress over the menu when you’re like me. And you know how my fun co-workers order a glass of wine with their meal? I reply with “No thank you; I’ll just have coffee,” explaining once again that fermented foods and drinks give me migraines. Just once I would like to feel classy like the other girls and drink from a glass with a stem I told him. I liked his answer: “You don’t need wine. You are happy enough.” Yes, I am happy go lucky. My family loves me and Jesus died for me. All is good; I am approved.
He finally arrived at the party. I watched him enter the backyard bash and although he lost weight on his already small frame, he smiled warmly making the rounds with affectionate hugs. He let us love him and show him how very much he means to us. He danced with his mother and he posed with every guest for a photo.
1. You can still be cool if all you drink is coffee in a fat mug.
2. Life’s uncertainties are scary.
3. Friends get us through the hard times.
That’s what February taught me.