Wednesday, May 21, 2014

My Hard Lesson In Empathy

I have been sick (like the stay in bed kind) for the last week. One day I came downstairs and looked out the window at the field of weeds, and I was wracked with guilt, embarrassed and concerned that my neighbors would be upset with me. I wanted my beautiful starts in the ground, but there they were, withering on the kitchen counter. I know that I will get well enough to get out there, that I have enough money for another set of starts. This is really a minor set back. Then I thought of all the people waiting for help from us with weeds, mowing, and planting and how they are not going to get well, and cannot replace starts as easily, and how for them, it can mean that they cannot live in their homes anymore. Wow. This is why we do this.