Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the world.
This blog post will be a little different. No photos, or trips, or any of the other random things I post about.
Let me tell you a story.
A man climbed onto the train to finally go home after a completely exhausting and discouraging work day. He slumped onto an empty seat on a primarily empty train. He didn’t realize he was heading home so late, Good God the wife won’t be happy, as he never called to let her know. He settled in, as settled in as you could get on a train, and anticipated the hour commute home. He had no thankful bone in his body. He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket only to see he had 4% battery left. Perfect. He tucked it into his worn and weathered briefcase, next to the four packages of sweets he reluctantly bought from one of his colleagues, which he internally was NOT happy about. Who does that? Sells useless crap at work that you feel obligated to buy as you don’t want to be THAT one. He could have spent that money on a hundred different things. He looked out the window, as the sky darkened and it started to pour. Can this day get any worse? Leave a job where you are unappreciated, with a briefcase full of sugar that he never even wanted, to a cold dinner and an angry wife in the pouring rain.
The train stopped and he was startled by loud singing, and not even GOOD singing, at loud and awkward laughter and the train doors opened. They opened to let four little children run SCREAMING onto this train. His train. His empty train car that he had to himself to wallow in his well deserved self-pity. The children seated themselves in random seats, not even together. They were disheveled and unkempt, almost dirty. They could all use a good scrubbing! The youngest little girl had matted hair in the back and he wasn’t altogether sure it wasn’t gum! And a very tired stranger. sat down in the seats opposite of the man. The children were throwing things and singing that damn song! They would screech out words and then at the loudest and highest parts, they would all be quiet for eight, nine, ten beats and then continue on. The noise to his aching Brain was almost intolerable. They repeated the song over and over. How could this tired looking stranger allow his children to behave in this ill manner? Wasn’t he going to say something? The man shifted in his seat and made an obviously disgusted groan that got the tired strangers attention.
The tired stranger leaned in and quietly said,
“Excuse me sir, I apologize for my children, and the noise. I’m sure you didn’t expect this on your trip.” You bet I most certainly did not, the man thought in his head and felt he was about to pop off and give this gent a piece of his mind. Seriously! He had a horrible day and just wanted a quiet commute home! Was that too much to ask? But the stranger continued.
“You see, their mother has been very ill. We have been at the hospital for five straight days, and she passed away this evening. The last thing my wife said to them is “Never forget to play. Never forget to sing. Never forget to sing our song. I will always be singing my part right along with you, even if you can’t hear me, I will be singing”
“So you see. They are just doing what their mother asked. A little loud I realize, but they are doing the best they can.”
The man almost choked on the tears that he felt streaming down his face. He looked down feeling very selfish. He slowly looked up at the children. They looked different. now. They looked tired. They looked sad. They sang that song, and they let their mother sing her part. They were coping, and doing the best they could in a situation they did not understand. The song was no longer loud and irritating. Instead it sounded like grief.
His stop came. He reached down in his brief case and handed the man the four packages of sweets that not only an hour ago were another reason to wallow in self-pity. The children all thanked him for the sweets as he went toward the door of the train. Before he left the little girl, with the gum in her hair, hugged his leg, and smiled faintly.
He was never so glad to have bought sweets in his life. He looked forward to a cold dinner. The rain felt cool and cleansing now. He would hug his wife and say he was sorry and be so very thankful she would be waiting there in their little house on the corner. Oh so very thankful.
Paradigm Shift. A fundamental change in underlying assumptions. Walking a mile in another’s shoes. Viewing from the other side of the line. A new view.
It can change everything. So before you believe you have it all figured out. Before you judge a situation, an event, a person, I hope you will remember this story. Remember how in a split second, the whole understanding can be changed, altered, improved.
We ALL have a story.
Until next time…….be kind…….always,
Polley93
Great post Cathy 🙂 We all need a reminder of the common ground that we all share. Our stories 🙂
Rach
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Beautiful thoughts!
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LOVE this!!!!!!!
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This is a lovely post! It’s so easy to get weighed down by your own thoughts and what’s happening in your own life, and forget to be thankful for the things you do have.
Cordelia || cordeliamoor.com
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This is a great story for anyone to remember. Well done.
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This is beautiful, thank you for sharing. I hope we all choose to have a better perspective when we feel annoyed or pitiful.
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A beautiful story and lesson. It can be easy to be bogged down by the negative but it is worth shifting our perspectives and seeing the good that is out there.
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Thank you so much for your visit ❤️ means a lot to me.
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A very thoughtful and thought-provoking post. How many times have we been the man on the train? And how many times have we been the tired stranger, who would be so grateful for another’s compassion? I really enjoyed this, Cathy.
Joan
http://kindness-compassion-and-coaching.com
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It’s always to be reminded. Everyone has a story.
Thank you so very much for visiting and supporting my little corner ❤️
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great post! this really hit home for me. I got some upsetting news about a family members health this week and even though I know it’ll be handled quickly and they will be fine I’ve been feeling sorry for myself and my family that we have to go through this. When really I should be looking at it a totally different way. People lose loved ones to illness all the time and i’m over here feeling sorry about the inconvience it’s causing for my family. Thank you so much for this post, I really needed it. sending you lots of love xx
Mich // simplymich.com
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Beautiful comment. Thanks so much for the visit ❤️
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Beautiful story! I wait to hear the whole story until I judge the situation completely. You never know what you find out.
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Wow. What a powerful story.
I am doing some training this week…do you mind if at reference your blog and this post?
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Feel free! Thank you for considering!
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This is amazing. Thank you
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I love this! Very creative and different! I am trying my hardest not to judge and be empathetic! It’s not easy but it’s so important as it is so easy to fall into a pattern of self pity! Thank you for sharing! Xxx
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Much love your way and thank you so much for visiting!
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Beautiful story! 😊
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Loved the story from start to finish! A reminder to us that we never know the life of a person behind closed doors. We’re all guility of not showing enough empathy to those who’ve mistreated us.
Johnny | Johnny’s Traventures
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Reblogged this on Tammy's Reading/Writing Life and commented:
This is an amazing story worth reading!
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Thank you so much for sharing this! I really appreciate it.
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This post has really stuck with me!
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This is beautiful, and such an important lesson for us all to realise. Thank you for this.
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Thank YOU Ruth. For so many many things ❤️
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