Okay – I
could blog for the sake of blogging but that isn’t me. I blog when I have
something important to share.
Last week was
my twin sisters birthday 18th October - I didn’t blog, that was personal stuff.
I wrote
‘Breaking Through Loss’ to help others with grief. I shared a lot of personal
stuff in that book,the aim was to help others…and so it is with my blog. A
desire and aim to help and support other grievers NOT a forum to advertise my
life and everything that is happening in it.
Now we have
that out of the way, I would like to say a big thanks for coming into my site
and spending time reading my blogs.
Please do
feedback to me on your own thoughts.
Tonites blog is
about an experience this week that stopped me in my tracks!
At work I
travel for an hour and half mainly by train, then I enter the ‘work’ building.
You know the one, the one where you treat everyone as a ‘work being’ – we have
relationships to do work but in terms of genuine wholesome fulfilling
relationships I think most are quite shallow.
As I walk in
to the lift that takes me up to the second floor ( yes I could do the stairs)
Instead I get
into the lift,packed with people. I see a co-worker with a poppy pinned to his
chest, and I make the comment about how sweet his poppy looks. My intentions
are genuine and heartfelt. I love the poppy as a flower and I love the meaning
of the poppy and I love what it represents. Of course he does not know this about
me.
Then….he
responds…….wait a moment - I cannot give you a good description of his reply.
It was matter
of fact but packed with a punch as powerful as a bomb!
His response
was this :
‘ Oh yeh, the
poppy. Well I was in church, and I saw a friend, I said to him ‘ Ah…are you
back home for your daughter’s birthday ?
- and he said to me ‘No!’ – I came back with a body in a coffin’………….
or words to that effect.
My God, those
words ricochet even now. He totally dropped a bomb, he stopped me in my tracks,
he made me value every poppy ever made, I instantly knew of the sacrifice that
brave men had made for MY benefit!
I love the
man who died, who gave his life for me, I love his family and his friends.
I won’t ever
let the sight of a poppy stop me from thinking or feeling my true essence
Grateful and
blessed
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