
My
husband recently called on one of his long-time customers who had been out of
work battling throat cancer. When this man described his struggles, he did not
mention the pain, long days encountering chemo, loss of appetite or hair.
Rather, what he said was, “What I found was that nobody in this world really
cares about you. Others go on day by day concerned about themselves and their
own.”
I don’t know this man, yet this statement
haunted me. I continued to contemplate how difficult it is to approach those
who are deeply troubled. Ella Wheeler Wilcox writes in her famous poem, “Solitude”:
Rejoice, and men will
seek you;
Grieve, and they turn
and go.
They want full measure
of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
But they do not need your woe.
Because I can relate to the words in this
poem, it caused me to search my own life. When people are hurting, such as
struggling with an illness or suffering from the loss of a loved one, I often
say, “I’ll pray for you.” But do I care enough to stay and offer my presence in
their most desperate hour or do I leave as fast as possible because I don’t have
the right words to say?
A friend recently had to go to court to face
an unpleasant situation and another friend accompanied her. She said that her
friend never said a word, but his simple presence made all the difference in
the world. In these times, isn’t the presence of a friend monumental and isn’t
it just an illusion to assume that our words can fix everything anyway? There is a famous saying, “A picture is worth
a thousand words.” Sometimes, our mere
presence is worth more than that!
Michele
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