I apologize to Ellen at Wilson’s Words and Pictures and to all her readers, for missing the timeline for the cooperative article I was to post on Saturday highlighting the example that Irena Sendler left for the world with her life.
My sweetheart, the love of my life, is my golden retriever, Ginger. Somehow, without my knowing it she was stung by a wasp for a second time in only a few weeks. Although the first experience was mild and not a issue, this second sting wreaked havoc with her body, and at the time of this writing I have not slept for almost 42 hours. I wasn’t’ thinking about blogging on Sat, and I think most likely without Ellen’s gentle nudge today, I would have still forgotten.
Ellen did a wonderful job in her post The Tree Of Life, telling he story of Irena Sandler. Irena found her magic in life by being present to the moment and becoming the solution to the need at hand. I wonder if she ever tried to consider her “purpose” beforehand, or if she needed to journal for years to discover what her passion might be?
Her story suggests that she lived compassion, explored her creative self through problem solving, and felt her safety was worth the risk for the lives that could be spared.
I met someone who reminds me of this story today in the animal hospital. He was a young man, no more than 23, or 24, who found the smallest kitten (think one woman’s hand palm and you’ve sized her up) in a field while working. He decided to rescue this little life who wasn’t eating or drinking and was very scared.
I heard him talking to his friends on the phone while other ‘mommies” like me were trying to assist him during our shared long wait in the waiting room. “Hey man I can’t go, I got this cat here and I gotta do something or she will die.” He didn’t appear to the be typical rescue type, but love got a hold of his life through opportunity, and to his credit he was responding.
When I came out of the treatment room, he was up front paying for his visit and all the supplies they gave him to help the little kitty get nourished. It looked to be quite the bill, and I was tempted to offer financial assistance to the young man, as I could tell he was a bit shocked at what was before him, both on the counter and in responsibility. But just as I prepared to speak, I knew better. This was his moment to become more than mere human, he was evolving into his newer, more refined, more conscious self.
I know it’s easy to look at heroines like Irena and ooze respect and regard, but do we allow ourselves to be changed by them, or because of them? Paul Newman died today. Everyone who knew him described him as someone so devoted and dedicated to giving, that he honestly thought that what he did was no big deal. He took advantage of what he had, and the opportunities before him, and took action.
I wonder what will meet us this week, and how we will respond. I am so weary tonight, and yet a friend called and talked for 90 minutes because today is the day she had to put her 15 year old cat to sleep. She was brokenhearted. I made myself available. What more can we do than become available to love?
I imagine this post would have been different, had my life been different this weekend. I would love to do it better service. And yet, when I think of a better way to say: “let’s explore the idea of being more like this amazing and courageous woman Irena Sandler”, I am not sure that there is a better benchmark than the love I saw in a young man today. He had no idea what to do when helping someone in need, than to respond with compassion and take action.
In the Grace of the Moment,
(and with gratitude for my Ginger’s recovery) Harmony
PS. Many thanks to Ellen Wilson for her partnership. Please make a point of going the her site and reading the story of Irena Sandler.