Friends and Magic

I was thinking today about some people in my life that are a gift to me.

An intelligent, spunky child of 6 years old with an insight to the world far beyond her years: as I share reading skills with her, she shares her joy and magic with me. A day does not go by in which she does not make me laugh.

Last time her mother paid me for tutoring her in reading, she stopped and stared at me. “Why do you get money?” she demanded to know. My reply was, “Because I work very hard.” She did not miss a single beat but quickly responded, “I’m the one who does all the work!”

Her joy makes my heart sing!

A co-worker. We unexpectedly became fast friends. They have a gentle, calm way of  being upfront and honest about things. It feels wonderful and freeing to think about and discuss ideas together without worrying about being accepted or someone’s agenda. They are also a wonderful listener. To just be and share. And to be heard – those are true gifts!

It seems that most people work at keeping a hierarchy among everyone they know. They try so hard to put themselves at the top. They tell downgrading stories behind the backs of others. “Do you know what she did?…” “He never gets it right!…”

What are they looking for? Acceptance? Recognition? I’m not sure but it seems to me that they never truly get what they want. They never seem content. The bickering goes on and on.

Me too?

When my friend listens to me, they listen with their eyes and ears and understanding. I feel greatly accepted and recognized. What would the world be like if we were all like my friend?

I am grateful to these two individuals for what they have added to my life. I would like to find ways to thank them.

Do you have people like this in your life?

Are you a gift to someone? Strive to be a gift today.

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
― Henri J.M. NouwenThe Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey

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