SMALL GESTURES GO A LONG WAY
I was taught in my youth to show kindness to others, especially those who may be singled out and made fun of. You never know what someone else is going through, and just the simplest gesture of kindness to someone you may not know well or at all, to let them know you’re interested in them and that you care, can make a big difference.
In a world consumed by digital media, we a as a society seem more likely to type hello to strangers online rather than say hello to the strangers we pass on the street everyday. Taking the time to notice someone who may not have been told hello in years can make a huge impact in their life. A lot of the time we tend to judge others who seem to keep to themselves, assuming they’re strange or something is wrong with them. Why not join that quiet person who always sits alone at lunch and start a conversation? Maybe they won’t engage, and that’s fine because the effort was made, but what if they do engage and what if you make a new friend? No one should die alone, and that is exactly why the story of Joyce Vincent continues to haunt me.
LET YOUR LOVED ONES KNOW YOU CARE
One thing I’ve learned not to do is a hold a grudge. There isn’t much my loved ones can to do to me to force me to never speak to them, and I make a conscious effort to never hold grudges.
A few years back I almost lost my mother to symptoms of MS, and from that day forward I vowed to never let petty things get in the way of showing my love and appreciation for those I care about. I couldn’t imagine any one I loved leaving this earth unsure of how I feel about them. I also do my best to not distance myself from others.
I vow to never let petty things get in the way of showing my love and appreciation for loved ones.
So often I find myself consumed by work and my immediate family, that I often neglect my loved ones who I don’t see everyday. A few years ago, my grandfather died suddenly from cancer. Prior to him being hospitalized, he was having a hard time getting around to run errands and do everyday things like laundry and shopping. At this point in time, we thought he simply had a bad cold. Being his oldest granddaughter, I was the one he called for assistance a lot. There were times where I became overwhelmed with running errands for him as well as my disabled mother, and managing my own family. I did it, however, without complaint, and I am so glad I did.
Sometimes I question whether I could’ve done more, or if he thought he was bothering me before he passed away, but the truth is, though it was difficult I did it without complaint, and with a smile, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knew I loved him when he departed this earth.
The tragic end to Joyce Vincent has caused me to wonder how many people I know or have encountered who are just like her; who may die a death that no one will notice. I’ve personally decided to make a conscious effort to be kinder to others, specifically to those I don’t know. Whether it’s a casual compliment on someone’s outfit, or a smile and hello, it’s the little things that make people feel noticed and part of a world that many of us can get lost in.
I pray that Joyce Vincent is now at peace.
What do you do to show others that you care?