Holding Hands

I went to the Cancer Center today. For myself. I've been to the Cancer Center before for someone else. It was completely different. I was a helper. A friend. And I rather enjoyed being able to walk with someone else. Talking with the receptionist and waiting in the waiting rooms. Helping with whatever I could help. But today was different. I was there for me. I was the "cancer patient". And someone walked with me. Held my hand and smiled. My wife :-)

I've been thinking about how we all have chances to be "helpers". Each one of us takes our life expereinces and applies them to how we can walk along with others we relate to. Those of us who have been through the rigors of grade 6 can put an arm across a grade 6er and talk about teasing and bullying. If you've never experienced it, how can you relate? But you can. And you do. And when you do, you feel good about being able to comfort or care for or walk with a friend.

"Praise be to the... Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."

Waddle on Dwayne. And put a hand around those you can.