What is it that keeps us going?
When life batters you, blindsides you,
and leaves you bruised and confused.
What stops a person just closing the curtains,
locking the doors, and curling up in a ball?
I have been asking myself this during the past week.
A week that saw one family say “Goodbye” to their six year old son,
and another where a family got a beautiful glimpse of the future.
A future in which their young son would made a good recovery from leukemia.
Only to have that hope snatched away,
and the view of a very different future placed in front of them.
It has been a week of tremendous sadness personally,
and I admit I have been upset.
However as I struggled and tired,
it was the little things that kept me going.
Today as I was a little overwhelmed,
friends at work took over as I went home.
There I was handed a cup of tea, with my favourite biscuits.
Fresh flowers were bought,
and two arms embraced me and held me close.
In that hug I could feel my strength returning.
I could do this.
So when I was called on by this family,
who were living a nightmare,
watching their young boy and waiting for news.
I used that strength.
I could help, and advise them,
and in a very small way strengthen them,
so they too could carry on.
As we all get through another difficult day,
there have been many more moments,
where someone reached out and gave us strength.
A text, or phone call.
A message on facebook, twitter or wordpress.
All helping us get through.
Every kind word making a difference.
Each life really does affect another.
Thank you all.