The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have a potential to turn a life around. It's overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt.continue reading
Last fall, the start of senior year, was the excited but nauseous stage, as our son’s new life outside of our home became tangible. He and others said things like, “Next Thanksgiving you’ll be coming back from college for the holiday.” The nausea enters when we consider how strong the competition is for entry into these schools. It seems that other applicants and their parents must be doing more, or doing it better. It’s not the Sartre-esque nausea of despair and meaningless, thank goodness; only the kind of nausea that comes with anxious nerves. But in a lot of households despair can and does set in, and this is something I watch for very closely as a clinician and as a friend.