We're happy to welcome back Sehr Wenig to these pages. We're hoping she will return often with insights learned as she regains her health.
I'm heading home for a lengthy holiday visit
with my grown children, my granddaughter and my parents. It will be the last
trip home before a major eight-hour surgery in January to combat the Big C. After
waiting through a long, long Starbucks line at LAX early this morning, I quietly
picked up the tab for the young woman behind me in line. As soon as she
understood what was happening, the young woman began demurring. “Oh, no. I’m
fine. I can pay for my own.”
When she finally understood that I wanted
nothing other than to say Merry Christmas, she accepted her Grande Earl Grey
tea but remained visibly uncomfortable. A moment later, she brightened just as
visibly and said, “I was going over there to get water. Can I bring you one?”
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The workplace team I lead held our annual
holiday gathering/white elephant gift exchange a few days ago. At the end, as everyone
was beginning to tidy up, someone said, "Oh, wait. There's one more
gift," and handed me a lovely gift box. Which turned out to be an
empty foil pan.
Other people began pulling wrapped gifts from under their chairs
and handing them to me. More people streamed into the room, each carrying a
gift. Each gift box or bag held an empty food container, many decorated with
words like, "Made with cancer-fighting nutrients...and Love," or
"Chemo-fighting fuel."
By the second gift, I realized what they were doing and sobbed
through unwrapping the rest—which took nearly 20 minutes.
My team, other people from our company, and a slew of former
employees have organized themselves to provide meals for the entire time of my
convalescence. They have investigated my Pinterest food boards, talked to my
daughter, and discussed what foods I enjoy when we go out or order in. They
made a group Google doc and calendar.
I could not stop crying. It was one of the sweetest, most
humbling things I've ever experienced. The kindness and thoughtfulness and
genuine effort overwhelmed me. My first coherent thoughts afterward were about
how I could repay their kindness.
“I was going over there to get water. Can I bring you one?”
The young woman will never know it, but she gave me something far more valuable than a bottle of water. She revealed that my practice for the coming months will need to be a little different than hers—that I'll need to accept kindness without need to "make things even."
The young woman will never know it, but she gave me something far more valuable than a bottle of water. She revealed that my practice for the coming months will need to be a little different than hers—that I'll need to accept kindness without need to "make things even."
The time for paying it forward will come. For now, my task is to
accept with gratitude.
It’s not an easy task, but the important ones never are.
