Believe or not, being available for others is something that does not come natural to me. I have to work at it! What is ironic is that I use to think that I was of service to others. The reality was that I would make myself available if I wanted to, it was convenient or if it was going to be recognized for my service. If it didn't meet one of the criteria; I had excuses abound as to why I wasn't available. Discussing self-centered behavior with a friend one day, he shared that at one point in his life he proudly displayed the following sign in his office that read: I can only be of service to one person a dayToday is not your dayAnd Tomorrow isn't looking good either Now as he reflects he laughs at himself that the one person a day was himself. This man I speak of is one of the most giving people that I know of today; especially to his children and grandchildren. It truly is difficult for me to think of him as self-centered; what a transformation he has undergone! So what does being of service to others mean to me? There is volunteer work; but what I'm mostly referring to is being physically and emotionally there for those that I know. And this goes beyond the immediate family. It means taking time to listen to a friend who may be going through a tough time and missing a favorite TV show to do so. I don't even necessarily need to offer up advice; just listening and being there for them can be enough. There was a wake on January evening a few years ago of a gentleman I never met; but is daughter is a good friend. I knew I needed to be there for her. As the snow storm was coming in; my daughter and I were driving from her dance class at 7:30 pm to attend the last 30 minutes of the wake. As we were slipping around on the roads, I'm mentally thinking "I'm nuts for driving out in this weather". I was certain we were going to be one the only ones in attendance since the storm had been well spoken of on the radio. I can't tell you my surprise when a mutual friend was there in his formal Highland dress of a Bag Piper. He had never met the gentleman that passed either; but knew he was Scottish and felt the need to honor him in this way. My friend knew my daughter and I were planning to be there that evening after the dance class. He also knows my commitment to friends and the weather wouldn't deter me from attending. He waited patiently for us when he could have left 45 minutes prior. He has a soft spot for my daughter and she enjoys listening to him play. As I was visiting with my friend, I could hear my friend piping Danny Boy in the background to my daughter. I couldn't help thinking how grateful I was to be present for my friend as she grieved the loss of her father and my daughter the recipient of the thoughtfulness of a good friend who also lives a life of service.
Being of Service to Others
Professional Single Divorced Mother who juggles demanding career, parenting a beautiful teenage daughter and I make time for myself. I am living the life proving you don’t have to compromise to have it all!
Being of Service to Others
Posted on November 16, 2012