A young woman stood in the kitchen crying. She just finished cooking dinner from the last bit of groceries she had in her kitchen. As she was pulling out plates, preparing to set the table, tears started running down her face. She grasped the counter, trying not to crumble in the middle of the kitchen, trying to be strong for her children who were playing in the living room, trying to hide tears from her husband who walked in. At that moment, she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, threatening to crush her, sucking the air out of her lungs. Panic filled her as she found herself in a situation completely new to her. What will they do now? Where would their next meal come from? Where will they live?
Her husband walked up to her and put his arms around her. “We will be okay honey. Don’t cry, be strong. Have faith.”
The woman looked up to her husband, eyes full of hope, searching for an answer, searching for a solution. Her thoughts echoed a silent prayer: “Please, Lord, help us” over and over again.
Her husband gently wiped the tears off her face and hugged her again. He was scared too. He knew he had to be strong for her. His thoughts were similar to hers, but he resolved not to show his fear.
As they came out of kitchen, and set out to get the table ready for what may be their last meal for a while, there was a knock on the door.
Her husband opened the door. He was surprised to see his boss, and his assistant standing there. Their arms full of boxes, each of them carrying two large cardboard boxes, they walked past him, smiling at him.
The assistant nodded to his wife with a smile and asked: “Where’s the kitchen dear?”
The wife, silently pointed to her left, words escaping her. She sat there, not believing her eyes, thinking she must be dreaming as her husband’s boss and his assistant placed the boxes on the kitchen counters. As they came out and went to grab another load of boxes, the wife looked at her husband, who stood by the door, equally shocked as her. She saw tears in his eyes and then it finally hit her.
A minute ago, they sat there, not knowing what tomorrow brings, and now there were 4 large boxes full of food on their kitchen counter.
When the boss and his assistant came back with two more boxes, she started crying. Tears of relief, tears of thanks, tears rolling down her face freely. She followed them to the kitchen and started thanking them. The assistant hugged her and smiled encouragingly. The boss shook her husband’s hand and gave him a pat on the back.
Then they left.
The couple looked at each other. They didn’t speak. They both knew. Thanks to kindness of others, their children will not go hungry tomorrow. Thanks to compassion of others, they won’t go to sleep dreaming of food.
A word that encompasses so much in only 10 letters. It’s sympathy, empathy, and caring for others.
It’s showing kindness to those who surround you, but it’s also being kind to strangers, people you’ve never met, regardless of whether or not you will meet them again.
It’s tolerance to others, regardless of their situation, race, or life choices.
It’s showing you care what happens around you. It’s caring for what happens beyond the boundaries of your backyard, beyond city limits, or state borders. It’s caring what happens across cultures, and countries, across the oceans.
It’s how you choose to act everyday.
We stand here with 1000 other bloggers from all over the world – united today to speak about compassion. 1000 speak for compassion is a movement inspired by a fellow blogger Lizzi and her post “We All Need A Village”. Another fellow blogger, Yvonne Spence started it all with a tentative post in a Facebook group. And from there it began. Facebook group was formed and little by little the idea spread and other bloggers jumped on board.
We are two of those bloggers.
The world needs us. It needs more compassion, more empathy, more caring for other fellow humans. We may not be huge in numbers, but we are all here, hoping to encourage others to look within their soul and show compassion for others. To keep an open mind and be less judgmental. To accept others without nitpicking at their flaws. To stop and think before saying something hurtful. To put themselves in another person’s shoes before passing their opinion.
Most of all, we stand here together with other bloggers to ask everyone to at least try. To try and choose to be compassionate. Because you never know when you will find yourself depending on compassion of others.