Someone I love dearly is having surgery today.
You were probably starting your day by thinking about what happened 17 years ago. I will be starting my day thinking about what will happen this afternoon.
I am a very public person in my professional life, and a very private person in my family life. So it feels strange to share this with you. Still . . . we have a relationship.
Writers and readers share something important — meaning passes between them. I know you are there. I can feel you. Whether you comment here or share this on Facebook or not, I know you’re there. (I can see you in the server logs.)
Just knowing you are there connecting with me from day to day means I know you feel this — even if our relationship is just because you subscribe to my updates on writing, on politics, on living.
Pray if you want, that’s not my business.
But do me this little favor.
Think about someone close to you who is hurting. Maybe it’s someone you’re a little afraid to connect with. Maybe she’s two cubes over. Or maybe you went to high school with him. But you know they’re hurting. And it’s a little scary, because those emotions are scary, even if someone else is having them.
Just stop by or connect. “How are you doing?” “Do you want to go get a cup of coffee?” “How’s your mom; that must be pretty rough.”
Just be there.
If you’re reading this, it would make me feel better to know you are doing this.
We’ll be fine, and you’re helping already just by reading this. Honestly, just give a friend a hand.
It would mean a lot to me.
Edit: My son’s surgery went well and he’s home with us now. Thanks to everyone reading this for your support, it made a big difference.