I
began driving round trip from central Virginia to western Vermont
every week to help take care of Meg on the weekends. My shift was a
12-hour stint from 9:00PM until 9:00 the next morning, every Friday,
Saturday and Sunday. A few times I made the 10-hour drive in one
stretch, but it was soon apparent that I could not continue to do
that plus
stay awake most of the night to perform the duties necessary for
Meg’s care.
The
first blessing came from two wonderful long-time friends. They
generously invited me to spend the night (after driving for about
seven hours) for as long as there was a need. One of those friends
and her husband had me stay with them every
week.
My angel-friends kept me safe (no fear of falling asleep at the
wheel) and, more importantly, they gave me an inflow of tender loving
care to replenish my outflow to Meg. They kept my reservoir of energy
full for the entire period of this long journey of love. They also
saved me at least one night of hotel expenses every week, sometimes
two. When finances were threatening to make the trips impossible,
more “angels” appeared. Clients, friends and colleagues made
appointments, bought gift cards and sent checks. I received many
notes of sympathy and encouragement. These generous acts of
kindness and support meant so much to me.
People
say there are angels among us in human form, and I know what they
mean. I even know who some of them are! I always believed we are
all connected, but now I could feel
it. It felt as if the people, with their care and support, were soft
silk filaments, woven around and through me, that connected me to
them and to everyone by virtue of our shared human experience. And I
know deeply that Lao Tse was right: the
softest thing in the universe
–
simple kindness, tenderness, and compassion – will
overcome the hardest of thing in the universe.
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