BEING THERE FOR OTHERS

Of course there was also ambivalence. In some way, I wanted it all to be over and everyone to go home—but I was also aware that the line would end and it would be over. 

After thinking about folks being there for me I shifted to the thought, “Have I been there for others?”

     “Not enough” is the answer. I had not realized the importance of simply showing up. What was I thinking when I just decided not to go sometimes.
     
It seems shocking now to me that I did not realize that in some very important way each of us counts the absolute same.