A thoughtful thought

I felt very alone in high school when my father was diagnosed with cancer. I was afraid of talking about how fearful I was of losing him, fearful of seeming dramatic, fearful that I would look weak instead of strong. As I have grown older, some of the loneliness remains. But I realize now that I am not the only one. A friend lost his mother this week. Another friend's mother began her own battle with stage three cancer. Friend of friends, cousins, brothers, parents, we are all in this together. So I wonder, why do I still worry about what I am going to wear? Why do I find myself fretting over Christmas presents? Who cares that Sam has longer legs than I do? The truth is that at the end of the day, we are all vulnerable and exposed to tragedy. If we allow ourselves to be loved, we realize that we are surrounded by people who care. So during the holiday rush when we get frustrated over long lines and traffic, remember the blessings we have. Reach out to those who need extra support. Write an email, a card, ask them for coffee. They will remember that they are not alone. I know I do.