Loss and Gain

Especially from the perspective of an older adult, life seems like a repetitive cycle of give and take, of gain and loss. Erikson posed that within each stage of life there is a developmental task that is necessary to complete; babies learn to trust, adolescents gain a sense of identity, and so on. There are consequences if these tasks are not achieved, thus Erikson phrased them in a versus relationship; for example, Trust vs. Mistrust and Identity vs. Confusion. In adulthood and older age, the developmental tasks are Generativity vs. Stagnation and Integrity vs. Despair.

The elderly patients I cared for as a nurse all experienced losses over time, some more than others. Loss of spouses, siblings, opportunities, jobs, abilities, and physical function to mention just a few. One said to me, “There is nothing left to lose but my life.” I was sad for her and must have tried to give some encouraging words, but being much younger at the time I could never have understood fully. I remember her words as I navigate the accelerating cycle of gain and loss.

I have lost too many loved ones: a husband, parents, young nieces, grandparents, many of them tragically before their time. I have lost abilities due to a degenerative osteoarthritic condition. I can no longer ski, hike, ride horses, golf — things that I not only enjoyed but formed my self-concept.

Pondering loss and fighting the understandable grief that comes with it, I rely on faith in God and in his words like “Be not afraid,” and “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you.” People can disagree with me on my source of comfort but I am undeterred. Each finds their own way in life.

There is a new series called “The Chosen.” A hit with millions of viewers, it is the highest grossing crowd-funded project to date. The amount of money donated secured not just the first season but the second as well. No money is asked for and it is free to watch. It is the only multi-season series on the life of the early disciples and of Jesus. Even if I had no interest in the spiritual life of Jesus I would watch the show on its period drama merits. It is good entertainment. Of course the intent is to do more than entertain but to inspire. It has done that for me as well.

As I continue to ponder the looming horizon of old age I will strive to stay peaceful. I will strive to “generate” and fight self-absorption. Stagnation helps no one. I am not as productive as I used to be, but I can still hope, pray, talk with friends, give advice, educate my children and support my husband. I may not be able to swing my driver or jump a 5-foot fence with a Thoroughbred or strap on my skis ever again, but I can do important things for my loved ones. I can still enjoy many other things in life. One can find ways to be generative in learning, loving, caring, praying, encouraging and praising.

For Those Who Love a Mom…

…please read.

Some women have easy pregnancies. Some women have easy kids. Some women have easy menopause and older age.

But some women have monumentally difficult pregnancies. Some women have very challenging children. Some women have a very difficult perimenopause.

“A sword will pierce your heart.”

Though not all women become mothers, these events stem from a biological process geared for the purpose of fertility and potential child-bearing.

Did your mother have any of the challenges above? Do you really know whether or not she did? What about your wife? Is she possibly going through them now? Are you a woman going through this?

A tough pregnancy is socially acceptable to announce to just about anyone. All gather to support.

Difficult children, well, there is much more published about parental challenges than ever before, and there are resources and support. There is still, unfortunately, way too much shame and embarrassment around mental health issues.

But a difficult menopause? At least in America there is almost no subject with greater taboo. Are we afraid that we will scare the life out of young women? Heck, even the person experiencing it has trouble talking about it. It is NOT a socially acceptable topic.

It boggles my mind, the extent of disgusting, poor taste commercials on television that accost us even when watching during the daytime — yet discuss a stage of life that all women have or will experience, a stage that for many makes the hormonal upheaval of puberty look like a walk in the park? Oh, no!

Husbands, kids who are old enough to read this, “Hear ye, Hear ye! Your loved one going through perimenopause is quite possibly experiencing hell on earth.”

— Not all women, thank goodness, yet it is estimated that 75% of peri-and post-menopausal women experience hot flashes. These can range from a fleeting and transitory “Whew, is the heat on?”-flush to a sickening, dizzying nausea that requires bedding or clothing changes repeatedly, and sleep deprivation, possibly for the rest of her life.

Do you know if your Mom has or is experiencing this? Do you know if your wife is in the middle of the worst time of her life? She may not complain much. Are you just wondering why she is more depressed, emotional, maybe drinking a few more glasses of wine per week, maybe hanging out with her girlfriends more, maybe avoiding the bedroom?

Menopause is a lot more than hot flashes. If you are a woman who had an easy time with it, count your blessings. Maybe you had difficult pregnancies with intractable nausea throughout (awful, my sympathies!), perhaps you were on bedrest and were frightened of losing your baby for months (so very frightening!). I had it easy on that front and that is why it was natural for me to go through it eight times. Other friends with one or two children who had very difficult pregnancies tell me that they could not face another possibility of going through it again, or perhaps their doctor even told them to avoid pregnancy. I was a lucky one there.

That luck ran out at perimenopause. I am, thank God, past the worst. My husband and family were very supportive, and my doctors adept, so in that I was extremely fortunate. Those were seriously the hardest five years of my life. I have heard from others who silently suffered through it. Now, I am not immune to difficult times. I lived through the loss of a stillborn sibling, my parents’ deaths, the tragic loss of young nieces, the early death of a 42-year-old husband, the birth of a developmentally and intellectually disabled child…but those five years? THE hardest.

Do we avoid educating our female population about this stage to avoid scaring them? Probably. In the middle of it, one is so raw and emotional. I remember telling my husband, “Women go through so much discomfort, sacrifice and physical pain to give birth…but there is a baby at the end of it. What is at the end of this torture? Oh yeah, death.” I’m serious, it was that bad. Many women go on anti-anxiety or antidepressant meds during this time. For good reason.

I know, who wants to learn about that? Thank God not all women experience it so badly, but probably half do. Of those, most are probably like me, a five year course. God bless those who have to deal with the worst of it for the rest of their lives. All the while, aging continues. It is so truly not for sissies.

You know how the skin becomes noticeably more wrinkled on women over 50? The cellular turnover and healing of skin is 5 times faster in younger women. In a period of five or less years, the woman becomes visually old. This process in the older adult male is more extended, roughly over 20 years or more. Men have much more gradual hormonal changes. Oh lucky women, this sudden decrease in cellular turnover extends to mucous membranes. One of the more unmentionable symptoms is painful sex — like knives painful.

No, we wouldn’t know if that was happening to our Mom. She was not taught how to talk about it. Heck, who wants to think that people, much less our own parents can have healthy sex lives into their 80s and beyond? A middle-aged husband who perhaps is dealing with other issues, stress of work, perhaps early erectile dysfunction and is avoiding intimacy might not even know that his wife is dealing with internal pain.

Some women who do try to vent or speak out are told to hush. I get it — who wants to hear about any of this?

I am glad you have read this far, it is an important issue!

And so, she suffers in silence. Other pressures caring for her family or her work continue. Perhaps she even gets flack from family who have no idea, because they have no knowledge of this subject, oblivious to what she is going through. They wonder why she is so emotional, or easily angered or depressed and withdrawn.

If you are not a post menopausal woman, if you are not an educated medical or health professional, and if you do have a female loved one at this age, then please educate yourself about this tumultuous stage of life. If you are a daughter, do not fear; the fact that you are learning about it will prepare you, and you will be better able to communicate and advocate for yourself, and have a good relationship with an experienced women’s health doctor.

If we can cuss like disgusting pirates, watch pharmaceutical ads about erectile dysfunction or about offensive body odor, spew political hatred on television and in public, then why can’t we appropriately talk about menopause? Except for those who have undergone major hormonal therapies, or those who die an early death, every woman will go through it. Your loved one is certainly worth the time and compassion to educate yourself.

Social Dilemma Strategy

Viktor Frankl

Most of us identify with one or more human rights issues. These troubling conditions and events exchange focus on social media with fair regularity: human trafficking, refugees, children in cages, poverty, prejudice. Some cause political attention momentarily, but progress remains unsatisfactory.

Increased social isolation in the last year has had mixed effects, raising awareness but also causing greater polarization and unrest. When we fight for social justice, ironically, effects entirely opposite of our intent are bound to occur. Education helps, yet our educational system is in a desperate state due to closed schools and imposed isolation. Distance education means for some a relegation to an ineffective personal learning method, and for others an inability to escape unhealthy or abusive home situations. I could go on and on about very depressing and upsetting issues. Will we ever achieve peace and equity?

I was raised in a post Viet Nam era in which we looked forward to a great future. We seemed smart enough to avoid wars, avoid unhealthy habits that we learned about in school, like smoking and drug use, and we were taught to treat each other as equals. Have we moved backwards?

I have touched on “the human condition,” and perhaps this is reality, that we will always have social battles to “fight” for. Unfortunately, actual fighting or violence may break out when human beings cannot reason and compromise.

Positive thoughts repeated and reinforced, as well as rumination of negative ones both give rise to actions. What we think about shapes our actions and our lives. A positive thought life could be likened to a healthy diet. “Healthy in, healthy out.” A poor diet will wreak havoc on the body and physical health. In a similar way, negative visual images and consistent influx of upsetting headlines, tragedies, and human injustices wreak havoc on the mind, intensifying or causing mental health issues. Perhaps our first social responsibility lies in our daily thought life.

Positive thinking is more than a “Polyanna” philosophy; trying to completely ignore the wrongs in the world would be irresponsible.

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

Edmund Burke

We should not stop doing what is in our power, ability and circumstance to improve conditions, but we cannot do everything — nor can we address every issue. So why do we allow our minds to be exposed to an overload of them?

If the first responsibility we have is to our physical and mental health, and then that of our friends and family, what can we do to counteract the barrage of negativity? I touched on this in previous posts, how and why we need to stay positive. How we need to set personal limits on social media or on negative relationships. We become unhealthy and ineffective to the world around us if we remain depressed, hopeless, angry or hateful.

What have we learned from those of the past who persevered in incredibly difficult times? People like Abraham Lincoln, Milton Hershey, Viktor Frankel and George Washington Carver point toward a mindset of positivity, hope, and faith. These people had rich prayer lives.

Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.

Abraham Lincoln

I find it fascinating that science supports prayer. Research in quantum entanglement suggests strongly that effects of subatomic particles defy time and space. We are scratching the surface at what may indeed one day prove the power of prayer. Some of my friends like to say that they are “sending good vibes” or “positive energy.” Go for it.

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.

Viktor Frankl

Whatever issue you are most passionate about, how do you view others who are opposed or ignorant of your stance? I think this is a key question. We certainly saw the hateful mudslinging in this last American political election. If you feel hatred, if you have used a negative or ugly word about another, no matter how much you post on social media, no matter what you do, you will be ultimately ineffective. So why continue? Your own health suffers, your mental health suffers, your friends and family suffer whether you realize it or not.

Consider a diet of positivity.


“I hope he makes it there in time.”

“I hope I pass my final.”

“I hope the meeting goes well.”


The definition of it as a verb seems to have become more like “to wish for” these days, a statement of what I would like to come to pass, yet which is not really affected by my desire or words. It is a plea of “I hope so.”

I am not exactly sure how to translate this into a less-religious context. I do believe that human beings have power over their choices of how to think or respond to an event. Whatever our feelings are, we can train ourselves to respond differently, little by little over time. There is hope because the human mind and body have powerful, self-healing mechanisms. The power of positivity is real.

The definition of hope in the Judeo-Christian concept is more than a “wish” for something. Hope is actually more of a certainty or assuredness. One’s hope in God is a statement of faith that “God’s got this.” I still may have a preference for how something should work out, I still will pray for it because I want good in the world for all. My hope and belief is ultimately that overall good will transpire. It may not happen in the way that I want, but my heart need not be troubled, nor do I need to fear.

When Jesus was praying on the last night of his life he sweat blood with the intensity of his prayer. Perhaps he battled fear. He knew what was to come to pass, a brutal torture and crucifixion. He asked God to take it away, but immediately prayed “…Yet thy will be done.”

This morning something came to pass that I did not want. I prayed that it would not. It is the type of event that has in the past “derailed me.” But it is in God’s hands now. His will be done. His timing, His order, in His wisdom. Believing this, despite my disappointment I will fight against the usual fear — with His strength. I will persevere in prayer.

My hope is in Him.

My peace is through Him. And I do feel peace, even though it defies reason.

Time for Change

We frequently hear promises of change during elections. We hope that whomever we vote for or support will align with what we would like to see happen. We count on it. And then promises are not all fulfilled. We become disappointed, some become depressed or despondent. Perhaps the person we wanted in the office didn’t get elected. Avoiding partisanship is easy for someone who is a peacemaker at heart. Whomever is in office will be bound to do some good things and some bad things. Tragically, some will suffer. The suffering is not to be dismissed and one should not turn a blind eye to it. I’ve written about my worldview on this and how to cope and try to make a difference.

When disappointed with aspects of the world and our culture think what can I do to protect myself and my family, how to educate them and help them to be resilient? What can I do to try to improve my community and the planet? Regarding the latter, there was news that some of our recycling may not end up where it is supposed to, instead, dumped in a landfill. It could be true. Though my attempts might be meager compared to those of others, I will still try to recycle what I can, and investigate the veracity of the claim.

Regarding community, the other day we passed a bedraggled man begging on the side of the road at an intersection. His sign announced that he was 65 years old and homeless. I only had a 5 dollar bill but pulled over. There was no traffic. I asked the man his name. He looked surprised as he revealed a huge, sad smile, “Rodney, Ma’am. Thank you so much!” As we pulled away I called out, “Bye, Rodney, we’ll keep you in our prayers!” Later the same morning, as we headed back to the highway we saw him again and waved out through the window, “Bye, Rodney!” In my rearview mirror he enthusiastically waved back until we were out of sight.

I am not telling this story to toot my own horn; honestly, I could have been totally taken. One might say that was an act of stupidity and gullibility. Could he use it on a cheap bottle of alcohol? Could he secretly have a home? Maybe. But that is between Rodney and God. My kids saw an example that I would prefer them to see over complaining or calling someone like Rodney a name. God has the big picture and somehow an act of good, even if seemingly redundant or ineffective, puts good energy into the world.

What saps our energy? Toxic people, you may have discovered, drain your energy and may even hurt you. Memes on social media encourage us to jettison these types. We should indeed protect ourselves, not set ourselves up in yet another situation with people who we know will take advantage of us or demean us mercilessly. But rather than hate them or vilify them, try to pray for them. The energy when we protect ourselves is even greater when we avoid hatred or resentment of the other.

This morning I was putting my feet up just for a few minutes before getting my son from school. I put on the end of an old episode of Downton Abbey. As Amazon transitioned to the next episode, it inserted a preview of another show it “thought” I might like. Well I didn’t. The sudden image of a bloody murder with a woman screaming. Oh, nice — thanks, Amazon. Now, I don’t mind a mystery, but I do not go for overt violence and gore. How many children see this trailer and others like it? No wonder our children are so full of anxiety about the world, and are depressed in record numbers.

It is simple to change a channel or look away from the television, and we have always needed to be careful with what our children watch. We should warn and educate them according to their age. We can note our opinions in feedback polls. Recently I reduced my time on Facebook, finding that Instagram, properly managed, will show me pictures of beautiful gardens, amazing geodes and sublime interior decorating. It could probably become as irritating as Facebook was during the US Presidential elections, but it seems easier to control what is displayed and it is peaceful, educational and relaxing.

You may have discovered other ways to make your world more peaceful. Do protect yourself. Hope and pray for others in the meantime. There are too many who suffer and we need to be at our personal best in order to help them. The end is thus the reason for the means. Change begins within ourselves however incrementally, but it does not stay there. Like concentric ripples in a pond, even tiny changes for the good move outward, until they affect the wider surface of the pond.

Just One Apple per Day

Last week I saw the movie Steve Jobs. I recommend watching it, as well as The Social Dilemma and The Social Network. Steve Jobs particularly expressed how the world would never be the same after most of humanity had access to the internet.

I don’t remember the movie discussing the now-iconic image of the Apple with a bite taken out of it. I have read that he was thinking more of Sir Isaac Newton, but there is quite an argument for the biblical allegory of the apple representing all knowledge. Most of us know the story of Adam and Eve and how they were tempted to eat the one fruit that their Creator, who put them in the Garden of Eden, in paradise, expressly forbade them to touch. The one thing. Eve was tempted by a serpent (English word). The Hebrew word for the serpent was Nachosh indicating more of a vicious, scary beast like a dragon, who discredited and scoffed at God’s warning that if she bit the apple she would die. Not true, he told her; rather, she would have all of the knowledge of God. Eve took a bite and offered it to Adam, who by the way, was nearby and allowed Eve to go head-on into the situation without protecting her. Many theologians believe Adam was fully complicit, not influenced by temptress Eve at all. He should have protected Eve but his fear of the serpent allowed her to be corrupted, and he as well.

Knowledge, like the internet, is neither inherently good nor bad. Great knowledge can enlighten and save people. I have written before about this. But akin to the foreknowledge of nicotine manufacturers that cigarettes could indeed become addictive, Jobs is aware of the potential dangers of what he is marketing. I have read that he did not allow his children to have iPads or iPhones. We, the amazed and trusting public saw them as fascinating and for our children potential safety devices, if not babysitters, keeping us connected when the child was at the skate park, or when we took the kids to a fancy restaurant. But now we have a pandemic far worse than any virus. Our children are more anxious than ever and across many populations suicide rates are increasing exponentially. Through so many eyes, the world is seen as an ugly, dangerous, hopeless, and depressing place. Once upon a time our parents successfully shielded us from upsetting news, but now virtually all news is delivered instantly into the hands of anyone with a smart phone, young children included.

Parents are catching on, now setting limits, or trying to. They are calling therapists to set up appointments. Every therapist I know has expressed that they have been overwhelmed with requests for new patients, or appointments for existing patients in crisis. Of course this has something to do with Covid19, its fears, lockdowns and restrictions, but it is just these which have forced many to increase their hours online.

What of our own safety? Have we taken a good look at how social media is affecting us? Have we looked at the number of hours spent online each day? Have we assessed that we, too, are feeling more anxious, depressed or hopeless about the future? One therapist friend advocates that her patients consider intentional use and intentional limits. She recommends getting back into reading books, especially printed books. In Proust and the Squid, written by Maryanne Wolf, an Ivy League professor and researcher, it is proposed that civilization was profoundly affected by humanity learning to read. A process that changed the brain over thousands of years is now encountering changes in a matter of decades with digital media. We read differently now. In some ways she describes our brains as becoming less able to “deep read” because we are so used to information presented in bytes, with embedded links and distractors. Another effect of our brave new digital world.

I do find it harder to get through a novel. I try to force myself because reading was once a great pleasure. I honestly feel more distracted and impatient. My friend suggested reading books of different genres. Our brains are healthier and create differently when we read deeply, rather than skim, or watch a movie. Again, I am not advocating one over the other. I do think our brains need variety. When my children are in front of a screen too much, I send them outside, or to find a book to read.

Adam and Eve were not stupid, nor were they imprisoned in paradise. They had all they needed for contentment and perfection. They were, however, given choice because they were not robots commanded to worship their Creator. They were given freedom. Perhaps as the famous quote from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, they “chose…poorly.” They were tempted by “more.” We see the concept of freedom these days as the ability to do whatever we want, but in its truest sense, freedom is the choice and ability to do what is right. Sometimes that is the most difficult of choices because it may involve what feels like a restriction in our actions.

The bite has been taken, and yet we have a choice to intentionally monitor ourselves. Take a break from social media. Read a novel. Talk to someone about your feelings. Take a walk in nature. All these can be restorative. Strive to choose…wisely.

Robert Eddison as the Crusader

A Great Man

After four daughters, I had a son, and contemplated the enormity of raising a boy. My friend wrote some Bible verses for me in a card and one stood out: In Genesis 4 Eve says: “I have borne a man with the help of the Lord.” A man?

I have thought about this throughout his childhood, as well as those of his three brothers. Some may say that gender does not matter, that we raise them the same, as people with integrity. I agree with that premise in regards to raising confident, intelligent, loving children regardless of gender. But there simply are differences in individuals, and in order to prepare our children for the world they live in we need to prepare, teach and enculturate them realistically. We may do these things differently from family to family, but we do so ideally with the best of intentions, with love and caring of not only them but of the world.

When my oldest daughter married a wonderful young man I asked his advice. What did his Mom do so obviously well? He thought about it and replied, “You know, I don’t think anything, except love me. I always knew she was there for me, and that was important as I navigated the tough things growing up.”

Loving has never been hard for me, especially for my children; yet life is so very hard on them these days.

We teach our boys to consider good examples of men. Is a great man one who makes profound societal changes, who has statues erected in his honor? Is his behavior impeccable, does he invent history-changing devices, amass great wealth, or become known the world over?

Most often not. So what truly defines him? What is the essence of him, what causes the best to come forth from him?

Some would answer that it is his character, but even that is fueled by something deeper. His world view? His philosophical precepts? His religion? Many things are important, yet the “greatest is love,” Jesus said. Buddha taught that peace was the goal, but peace can only exist in its purest form in love–certainly not in anger, hatred, selfishness or divisiveness. The latter is tragically so prevalent in the world our children see.

And so I think of my father and my husband’s father as I teach my boys. A great man loves what is true. He loves his family, he loves others–he even loves his enemy when it comes right down to it. He is afraid at times, yet relies on an inner wellspring of peace, and a love of what is right. He has continence– that is, self-control. If he fights it is truly a last resort, and it is not out of hatred, but for whom he protects and loves. He will make mistakes, and he may remain unknown, without great impact, or statues, or inventions or wealth or fame, but he has integrity and love of fellow man. He helps those in need and offers kind smiles. 

I teach them that though our effect on the world may seem imperceptible, like a ripple in the vast water, we persevere in love. We put one courageous foot in front of the other, because each ripple will combine with others to become waves that have power to move the earth.  

Human Endurance

The year 2020 has drawn to a close. Toward the end, memes were prolific on social media pleading and rejoicing in the end of an unprecedented year in human history. The Covid-19 Pandemic changed us in many ways that a year before, we could not have predicted.

Amidst the horrors and losses that many lived through, the strength of the human spirit endured . It was not so evident on social media, where anger and ugliness rose to new heights. But throughout history those who are left to pick up the pieces of shattered dreams, of tragedy, do just that and keep moving. Depression, hopelessness and illness slow us and stall some of us to immobility. The human spirit endures and transcends. This is evident when “Helpers” appear, as the mother of Fred Rogers called them. Those who aid the plight of the suffering, who understand and care about the feelings of the downtrodden emerge.

There are others who appear. The “Change-Makers” are more outspoken and visible. They may have connections or skills which allow them to enact positive change. Those who are able push for human rights and improvements. Scientists and researchers find cures and methods of prevention which help to make the world healthier and safer.

All move humanity forward. Skeptics rail, but though perhaps annoying, they also play an important part in the stimulation of critical thinking. Thoughts and opinions and hypotheses are strengthened and better processes and methods are developed. Outliers are needed in order to open minds to new ideas, to test theories or simply to test mettle and character.

Though the time we are living through is indeed unprecedented in magnitude and global awareness, it is not in terms of human experience. Humanity has suffered through pandemics and plagues and injustice. It has experienced world wars and local wars and genocides. Millions have lost lives, lost freedom, lost loved ones, lost their homes. What have we learned?

Each life is as important as another, especially to a loved one left grieving. It is excruciating to bear, and hope in the future is maimed. How do we go on?

We grieve, each on an individual time line. We take one step at a time– or someone helps to take that step for us. Little by little our strength returns. The Helpers and the Change Makers keep the things moving which we cannot. When we are strong enough, we take on those roles for others. We inspire others to do the same. We begin to assess what is still good, now. We are grateful for experiences we had. We begin to see that there can be more good ahead.

The world may look very different in 2021. Time and humanity will continue. The future may look different, but here in the present we can remember the good things, we can perform a kind act, we can simply persevere to the next moment. We can look outside of ourselves, and think of others. We can pray. Those prayers have an effect on us, on others. There is a ripple effect that makes real differences in the world. It makes differences in you.

Happy New Year, 2021

Pain in Growth

Have you seen a clear solution to a problem, or worked very hard at something only for your ideas and efforts to be ignored? Perhaps you are in the middle of a situation now.

I’ve been a nurse for almost four decades. I know the feeling pretty well. At one job there was a turnover of two managers before I was hired, so that the people who both recommended me and hired me were gone. There was no set orientation process and I volunteered to help the new head of the unit to research best practices for a new process. I put in a lot of unpaid hours making phone calls, searching the internet and writing up a proposal. Not only did she ignore it, but a new hire of hers with far less experience and no degree became her “right hand man.” I have a kind demeanor yet I was treated very poorly. Because I wanted to help?

It still makes no sense to me, yet the hours were not in vain. I knew what the standards were and when we did not meet them and I was somehow marginalized–I knew it was not me. A friend of mine is going through a situation of her own and I can’t help but think that it is too easy to become bitter. If she does, the person who is affected most is she. So many things in life make no sense. My friend who has great experience and an altruistic desire to help goes unheard. Squelched. In situations like these, one could leave a job, but one could also continue to plug away, maintain dignity and focus on gratitude. Gratitude that they are making money at an awful time where others have lost jobs and businesses. Gratitude for health, or family. Gratitude that they are in a position to help others. Gratitude for faith.

Time has passed; that nurse manager left after a few years and the nurse she favored went on to another unit. They are both fine nurses and are helping people. I learned much from the experience and developed a thicker skin. Avoiding bitterness freed up my spirit to maintain a positive attitude for my patients and for my family. It wasn’t always easy and I wasn’t always perfect in the process, but the pain was not in vain. Through it we learn and grow.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

Mother Teresa

Agape’ and Peace

Hope and Peace in every sunrise

I am purposely writing before there is any known winner in the US Elections. Yesterday on a social media platform I posted a pretty picture of a tree with an American flag waving in front of it. A beautiful day, words of comfort and peace. I later saw a friend post a meme that such sentiments were offensive. Another posted a meme that implied that real love can only mean that you see eye-to-eye, not wanting the other to be hurt. I believe the latter condition of that last sentence, but not the former. Love of course has many meanings, with the most unconditional being from the Greek word agape’. Love, no matter.

I realize that both partisan sides feel as though they will be hurt if their choice is not elected. Both. So if being positive and resilient means you are offensive, and that it is somehow wrong to be that way, then it leaves only two options, both of which are negative and divisive. Some think that by not being afraid, the positive, resilient stance means that one is impassive or ineffective as well as uncaring. But that is not true nor is it logical. Faith in humanity or faith in God, and trusting that all will improve eventually, does not mean that one stops fighting in their own way for human rights (voting, marching, letter-writing, phone-calling, preaching, praying, teaching, being a role model, etc.). Neither does it mean that one does not care about or for the downtrodden. So why would anyone think that?

I can only surmise that it is because they are irritated by a positivity which seems to indicate a lack of caring for rights they hold dear. They misconstrue it for not believing as deeply as they do. They are frustrated that their beliefs–honorable ones–are not valued. But none of those ways of reasoning are correct.

Some have found away to muster the desire to carry-on positively– or at least to not fall apart and succumb to depression, angry outbursts, hopelessness or hatred. Those are the responses most likely to incapacitate. I have written about inspiring folk in horrible circumstances who managed to make a difference, small as it was, late as it was in coming to light: the “Dorotheas” suggested by George Eliott, the Victor Frankls. the Corrie ten Booms, the Mother Teresas. These are the examples I would like to, feebly as I might, follow. This type of resilience will get humanity through, as it has sustained it for millennia.