To each his own. To me my own.

A treasure chest

I’ve always been concerned with how people perceive me, more than I ever should be. I’m not talking about outer appearances – mostly I mean seeking approval from others which is impossible half the time anyway. I continually watch what I say, how it may be taken, and a truckload of other crap that I shouldn’t even bother with. I’m well aware this trait is a complete waste of time and energy, but it’s a curse that I’ve never been able to completely harness. Maybe someday.

Acts of kindness, compassion and generosity which are shown at ‘less than favorable’ times in your life can and should be seen as a huge blessing. Things such as receiving a sympathy card when a loved one has passed away, being brought a prepared dish that someone made just for you – even a personal phone call can be equally as significant. In this day and age, if someone thinks enough of you to pick up the phone and call you – you’re special. Know that you actually have meaning and worth to them.

Each and every act of kindness and concern I was shown during the past few weeks humbled me. It was, in fact, overwhelmingly humbling. If knowing that people are thinking kind thoughts about you isn’t humbling to us as an individual, then I’d be stumped as to what is. It’s just that black and white to me.

My dear mother called me a couple times each day, so worried. Even now, I so wish I could have kept that worry from her. My dad and daughter were very concerned. Keith’s sweet sister called me every day, too. Keith was, of course, an invaluable help with everything. I received many phone calls, visits, texts and emails from various friends, family, neighbors, coworkers and blogging buddies. Another coworker had chocolate strawberries shipped to my house. The day I came back to work, three pressmen in our shop had bought flowers and had a sign sitting on my desk welcoming me back.

Humbling, I tell you. Looking back on it brings tears to my eyes just writing about it. So I got to thinking… maybe I really should try harder not to worry about what people think of me. I feel the love.


12 responses

  1. What a lovely story.. It’s touching.

    June 6, 2012 at 9:07 am

    • Thanks, Cocomino – I was definitely touched.

      June 6, 2012 at 11:03 am

  2. Mmmm…chocolate strawberries! I love those flowers.. So colorful!

    June 6, 2012 at 9:28 am

    • It’s funny – I thought of you on the choc strawberries, Thoughtsy!! 🙂 And I lovvvve daisies.

      June 6, 2012 at 11:07 am

  3. Those are my favorite chocolate covered strawberries! So sweet!

    June 6, 2012 at 2:28 pm

    • Thanks Stephanie – you’re right they really are delicious!!

      June 7, 2012 at 1:05 pm

  4. Aw so sweet, you have some lovely people in your life!

    June 7, 2012 at 6:43 am

    • Thanks Victoria, yes I do. I’m so fortunate to know each and every one!! 🙂

      June 7, 2012 at 1:07 pm

  5. Kindness has a boomerang effect to it. It sounds to me like your getting back the love and kindness you put out in the world.

    June 7, 2012 at 3:33 pm

    • How kind of you to say that, Dave. There seems to be so much bad news in the world nowadays, that it really makes you stop and think of the good stuff when it comes around. 🙂

      June 8, 2012 at 10:47 am

  6. I think the bright “welcome back” note is the best of all, because to be honest most men are quite inconsiderate and seldom think of the small things.

    June 8, 2012 at 1:58 pm

    • Yes that was very endearing, GB, and was quite surprising to come in to Monday. I feel very fortunate to work with an exceptional group of good people. 🙂

      June 8, 2012 at 2:53 pm

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