Thursday, January 15, 2015
Entering the rehabilitation gym full of people I hear someone, referring to a patient, say, “Just shoot me if I get that way.”
Where does that mentality come from? Is it fear, impatience, selfishness, or apathy? I’m just not sure. The one thing I do know is that it is not from a place of love, reality, compassion or respect. It is not all about us. It is about the patient, the person, this real person struggling to heal, to take another breath, to look forward to seeing his grandbaby again, or to return to his or her spouse, struggling to walk or talk. It is about many things. These patients didn’t ask to be in this position or even this place.
It is also about our parents or family members who sacrificed and raised us, as best they could. It isn’t about our inconvenience; it is about what is right, honorable, and the proper thing to do. Has caring for a family member or friend become so obtrusive to our lifestyle and precious time that we have lost something vital to our very existence?
How terribly sad! I think of Gracie, my therapy dog, by my side that isn’t able to see, and yet in her darkness she quite simply loves and accepts people, people she has never met before, just as they are, with all their foibles, deformities, idiosyncrasies, and tribulations.
Why can’t we be the same? Why is there is so little tolerance for imperfection in our society? Why is it we have been conditioned to seek only perfection?
We are all who and what we are intended to be.
A pearl begins as a defect.