This week has been tough. On Wednesday afternoon I received a message that my son’s friend passed away from a brain tumor. The disease moved rapidly. He was 8 years old. When I moved to this area in October, I came alone. My family joined me in December, so I suppose I wasn’t really in “the know,” and while death is difficult to accept, even when know it is coming, I selfishly feel I didn’t have time to process this event. My son visited another friend from that area last Saturday, and on Monday he told me that his other friend (sorry I am keeping names anonymous) had a concussion. My husband later shared that it was a tumor. Two days later I had to sit down and explain that to my son.
So why share this? Moments like this remind me that we all have issues with which we must deal. 99% of the time I can leave what pains my heart at the door. But sometimes, sometimes the pain is just so real and deep that it finds its way to that spot in our throat where we know the tears are inevitable. Recently I read some essays that started “if my teachers knew…” and I was floored by the raw honesty that vulnerable teens were willing to share. Wouldn’t it be nice if every morning we could make a brief announcement: “I’m having a horrible morning, or today is stress-free? Feel free to talk to me”?
Difficult times in life do not, I repeat DO NOT excuse poor choices, disrespectful behavior, or hurting others’ feelings. However, it might suggest that we could perhaps be a little more sensitive towards others, especially strangers, since we don’t always know what weighs heavy on their souls.