Occasionally an opportunity comes along. An opportunity to do something for someone else. An opportunity that may make you a little uncomfortable. It's not always easy to step out of that comfort zone, but if we can, if we do, it may just make a difference.
There are times we receive phone calls that can change our lives. Phone calls that a love one is sick or has passed away. What do you say? What do you do? What if it's not directly related to you, but what you choose to say or do can ultimately impact those that are grieving?
Is it uncomfortable to call someone who just lost their pet of many, many years. Yes, it is. You know they'll probably cry and that you might to. But just maybe you can make them feel a little better by uttering two simple words...I'm sorry.
And what if it's our loved one who is sick? They're changing before your eyes. You look at them and your eyes fill with tears. You don't know what to say. So you say nothing? You avoid them? Wrong. You call, you visit, you crack jokes, you sit and watch TV with them, you order a pizza and have it sent their way. You invite them over and you invite yourself to their house.
My friend called me on Friday and said that her father was in the hospital and that he probably wouldn't make it. My heart went out to her. My mind panicked. I didn't want to go to the hospital. Her dad reminds me a lot of my dad, which reminded me of when he was in the hospital and that he didn't make it. But she needed me. I had to go. I left work early and drove to the hospital. I sat with her and we sat with him. I talked to him about Jerry Springer and Maury Povich. I asked him if he agreed with who was voted off of American Idol. He loves these shows. He didn't answer my questions. He couldn't. But we sat with him for a long time.
I went back the next morning and met my friend and her sister. I brought him a radio so he would have something to listen to when we weren't there. My friend asked him if he wanted us to turn the radio on. He opened his eyes, shook his head no and pointed to me. He pointed to me again. She asked him if he wanted me to sing and he shook his head yes. I'm not normally nervous when it comes to singing, but this time I was. I wanted to bow out, make my excuses and leave. He looked me in the eye, I opened my mouth and out came Patsy Cline. After that I moved on to Elvis and his daughters joined in. A little Miranda Lambert and the nurses were standing at the door, smiles on their faces. Sugarland was up next and I tried to sing quietly, but its Sugarland and I had to do Jennifer Nettles proud. So I belted it. I watched him the entire time. He laughed when we messed up the words and cried when we sang well. I asked him if he wanted me to stop after each song and he shook his head no. We sang and sang until he started to fall asleep. It was time for a nap. I think all of us needed one.
I'm happy to say that things are looking up. They just moved him from ICU to a regular room. I'd like to think our impromptu concert helped with that. Who knows? Maybe he got better so we wouldn't sing anymore. We can be deadly on the ears at times!
Difficult? Yes. Worthwhile? Absolutely?
I'd love to hear your stories? Ever done something difficult but extremely worthwhile?
SIS Barb aka Elle J Rossi