The Blues

I was covering reception for a few hours one morning as a favour and a client came in. He was obviously on some sort of high from God knows what drug. He was visibly shaking and anxious. The caseworker he wanted to see wasn’t there and that just made him more nervous.

I asked him if he would mind giving me just a couple minutes so I could see when she’d be arriving. He sat down. Temporarily. All of a sudden, he jumped up and pressed the button for the lift and left a few moment later.

I knew something was really wrong. Solely by instinct. That’s when I sent 2 people running after him.

He came back and finally accepted help. Otherwise I’m not sure he would’ve made it through the day.

I was terrified for him. And for me. But it wasn’t about me. It was about giving this individual what he needed. And I’m so grateful he’s going to be okay.

Amendment:

I learned, days later, that this person was woefully suicidal. My instinct was more than a little on cue, as I thought. Chances are he wouldn’t have made it through the day. But he gave the hints I needed so that I knew he wanted help without having to voice it.

Suicidality is something for which we all have some responsibility. We have to take care of each other. And we have to learn to listen. Not everything is said aloud.

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30 days of still thankful

9 November

Today I’m thankful for coffee, espresso, and iced lattes. And yes, I had all three of those in one day. I don’t have a problem with caffeine. I have a problem without caffeine.

10 November

I’m so thankful for the arrival of one of my very best friends arriving in Sydney tomorrow, Monday. For two glorious weeks, she and another best friend and I will get into all the havoc we did in uni/college all over again. I’m so excited to share these moments with these two incredible women.

I’m also thankful for these incredible muffins (mine are strawberry with dark chocolate chips!) and the recipes I’ve gleaned from this lovely baking wiz. I would love to own her cook book.

11 November

Tonight I’m reminded how thankful I am for my kitchen. I’m not a stress eater, but I am a stress cooker, if that exists. I wasn’t stressed tonight, but I did make some awesome burritos for our dinner. I love cooking and baking. And I love feeding and taking care of my loved ones. Last year was my first Thanksgiving away from my immediate family. In the past, no matter where in the US, I lived, I always made it back to Boston for Thanksgiving. Last year, for the first time, I hosted the holiday myself for friends here. It was beautiful, and sad, and I’m glad I did it. We’ve created a tradition of our own.

12 November

I took today off from work to visit with one of my very favourite people while she’s in town. Despite her jet lag and feeling a tad under the weather, nothing’s changed between us and I’m so thankful to have her here. I’m thrilled to have her here sick or healthy; it doesn’t matter to me. I just appreciate the time.

 

 30 Days of Thankful? Read on. It’s good for you :)

A Path Toward Gratitude

We visited this lovely temple on New Year’s Day with some of our closest friends. It’s meant to be a path toward gratitude. It was a lovely walk ending with the ringing of one of the largest bells you’ve ever seen.

On another note, we started a new tradition this year. During the last few months, we wrote a few happy notes down each week. Basically, when something wonderful happened, or even something ordinary and kind, we would write down that memory and place it in a jar on our mantel. Then on New Year’s Eve, we unfolded each note and took turns reading them aloud and reflecting on the past year: where we’ve been, how far we’ve come and the happiness we’ve shared.

Those same notes are now in an envelope, marked with the year, on our book shelf as a token to the past and future. This too has been a path to gratitude.