Compassion saves
crisispoint
Registrant
I wanted to share this with you all, because I learned a powerful lesson from something alst night.
I haven't been haveing a good week, ad you can tell. I'm still not one hundred percent yet (am I ever?), but last night i was really shaky, between life stuff, recovery stuff and a phone interview for a position inn Japan, i was really under stress.
While waiting for the Japan call, I got a voice message from a friend who asked me to call him back. Any other ime, i would've blown it off, in fact, i was really selfishly tempted to because I felt I couldn't deal with their issues and mine too. But something told me to call him, and I did.
Boy am I glad i did. he was dealing with something very heavy and needed help. We spent a long time talking and I did my best to help him through. Finally, he was able to get someone to help him that was closer. Then i had my interview after this experience (
) but it went well. ir went even greater when i found two voice mails telling me my friend did what i asked, and there was someone with him to help further.
Now, I had some time to think about all this, and i wondered, why did I choose to help just then. It certainly would've been easier to put it off, but I chalked it up to responding to a gut feeling to "call him now." Not so much a scream, but a whisper that I could choose to follow or not. I made a choice to help. this told me a few things about myself, and most of the people here by the way.
Sometimes, God, the Great Spirit, or just inner conscience prods you to make a choice. be selfish or do something. It isn't a "burning bush" moment (I've had those), so it's something you COULD walk away from. Maybe you'd regret it later, maybe not. But you have to make that decision AT THAT MOMENT and you're FREE to. It's what you do THEN that makes all the difference.
I made a choice to help in any way I could. Did I do the right thing? Who knows? I still don't this morning, but I intend to find out. The point is that I made a compassionate choice, a HUMAN choice when I wasn't feeling very human, and it told me that i was still a man of good. A man of compassion.
God didn't make me do this. i chose to when He whispered instead of yelled. And it was the right choice. Afterward, the "inner demons" started working on me with stuff like, "why did you do that, loser? You've f**ked up before when you did this. How can you be sure you didn't now? Why did you try to help when you KNOW you'll just fail?"
I answered honestly, "how could I not TRY?"
Sometimes, it's just the attempts, the trying, that makes all the difference..
Mike was looking for hope earlier this week. I guess I was too, and i got my message.
Received clearly.
anyone who feels like life's kicking them in the @$$, that they're worthless, that they're less than perfect and unworthy of happiness or even humanity, THESE are the little moments that tell you that it's all a lie. That you ARE worth it. It's something for the toolkit, the jewelry box, something to hold on to and take out when you need it.
I thought I had nothing. Then I looked at my toolbox. F**king full it is!
And all of us have them. All of us.
We aren't worthless. We're not! We DESERVE our moments of happiness because, when the choice comes, we ALWAYS make the right ones.
And I'm so proud of everyone here. It's true. We ARE all worth it. We ARE good. We ARE decent.
I'm sorry i'm going on like this, but i NEEDED to share this today. Maybe there's someone who needs it, maybe not. I just needed to say it.
It IS a beautiful day!
I love you all, my brothers and sisters.
Peace and MUCH love,
Scot
I haven't been haveing a good week, ad you can tell. I'm still not one hundred percent yet (am I ever?), but last night i was really shaky, between life stuff, recovery stuff and a phone interview for a position inn Japan, i was really under stress.
While waiting for the Japan call, I got a voice message from a friend who asked me to call him back. Any other ime, i would've blown it off, in fact, i was really selfishly tempted to because I felt I couldn't deal with their issues and mine too. But something told me to call him, and I did.
Boy am I glad i did. he was dealing with something very heavy and needed help. We spent a long time talking and I did my best to help him through. Finally, he was able to get someone to help him that was closer. Then i had my interview after this experience (
) but it went well. ir went even greater when i found two voice mails telling me my friend did what i asked, and there was someone with him to help further.Now, I had some time to think about all this, and i wondered, why did I choose to help just then. It certainly would've been easier to put it off, but I chalked it up to responding to a gut feeling to "call him now." Not so much a scream, but a whisper that I could choose to follow or not. I made a choice to help. this told me a few things about myself, and most of the people here by the way.
Sometimes, God, the Great Spirit, or just inner conscience prods you to make a choice. be selfish or do something. It isn't a "burning bush" moment (I've had those), so it's something you COULD walk away from. Maybe you'd regret it later, maybe not. But you have to make that decision AT THAT MOMENT and you're FREE to. It's what you do THEN that makes all the difference.
I made a choice to help in any way I could. Did I do the right thing? Who knows? I still don't this morning, but I intend to find out. The point is that I made a compassionate choice, a HUMAN choice when I wasn't feeling very human, and it told me that i was still a man of good. A man of compassion.
God didn't make me do this. i chose to when He whispered instead of yelled. And it was the right choice. Afterward, the "inner demons" started working on me with stuff like, "why did you do that, loser? You've f**ked up before when you did this. How can you be sure you didn't now? Why did you try to help when you KNOW you'll just fail?"
I answered honestly, "how could I not TRY?"
Sometimes, it's just the attempts, the trying, that makes all the difference..
Mike was looking for hope earlier this week. I guess I was too, and i got my message.
Received clearly.
anyone who feels like life's kicking them in the @$$, that they're worthless, that they're less than perfect and unworthy of happiness or even humanity, THESE are the little moments that tell you that it's all a lie. That you ARE worth it. It's something for the toolkit, the jewelry box, something to hold on to and take out when you need it.
I thought I had nothing. Then I looked at my toolbox. F**king full it is!
And all of us have them. All of us.
We aren't worthless. We're not! We DESERVE our moments of happiness because, when the choice comes, we ALWAYS make the right ones.
And I'm so proud of everyone here. It's true. We ARE all worth it. We ARE good. We ARE decent.
I'm sorry i'm going on like this, but i NEEDED to share this today. Maybe there's someone who needs it, maybe not. I just needed to say it.
It IS a beautiful day!
I love you all, my brothers and sisters.
Peace and MUCH love,
Scot
