I’m disillusioned this morning. Waking up to our favorite am news show, CBS This Morning, I was bombarded by stories about corrupt politicians and others that only seem to care about themselves. I know all too well that none of us are perfect. But here’s a radical thought: Why can’t people just be nice?
It takes so much energy to be selfish, don’t you think? Planning and plotting, when what everyone should be doing is supporting and caring for each other. Suicide bombers, civil war, genocide; has the human race learned nothing over the last thousand years? So much cruelty. What a waste!
Listen, I’m a realist. Anyone who reads my writing knows that. But I’ve learned a lot about myself and others while I’ve been living with cancer; wrestling with deep, philosophical questions about mortality and the meaning of life. So many have tunnel vision, only concerned about what’s best for themselves.
I’m not advocating that we all give everything we have away and join the clergy; apparently there can be some real issues there, too. I’m simply suggesting that we learn from the heroes in our midst: myeloma heroes like Karl Vollstedt, Arnie Goodman, Gary Blau, Jim Byrd and Sandy Hirsch, all who recently passed away after helping and giving of themselves to others for years.
I didn’t run a year’s end “in memoriam” post. Now I’m thinking I should have. These dear friends–and so many others I did and didn’t know–gave of themselves at a time when some would have succumbed and crumbled; or put their heads in the sand and wasted away.
Myeloma heroes aren’t always patients. Caregivers, stand up and take a bow! Did you read Merle Goodman’s (Arnie’s wife and caregiver) poignant tribute to her husband in the Myeloma Beacon on Tuesday? I was fortunate to get to know Merle last year. She’s an amazing woman and a loving, tireless advocate for Arnie.
I learned so much about living–and dying–from these dear friends; friends I would have never known had I not been diagnosed with the same insidious disease.
All I’m asking is for us to take a moment to be kind to the checker at the grocery store, or the overworked nurse at our infusion center–and maybe not blow somebody up. If everyone took the time to be kind and help others, people would have less time to get into trouble. Did that officer at Gitmo really kill his lover’s husband and dump his body in the bay?
Feel good and keep smiling! Pat