I am a private person.
Today, I could not write a blog post. I was blocked, and had no inspiration until I read one of the most powerful blog posts I have ever read.
You really have to watch those women from Nebraska. They sneak up on you.
So, I learned today there was a project called "1000 Voices for Compassion", where bloggers were encouraged to " write posts about compassion, kindness, support, caring for others, non-judgement, care for the environment etc, and ALL PUBLISH ON THE SAME DAY (Feb 20th) to flood the Blogosphere with GOOD!"
This young woman from Nebraska talked about her fiance. She is in an interracial relationship. She talks honestly about some of the "ugly looks" that have been directed in their direction.
So let me tell you a little bit about myself that I have never told my readers about before, and tell you about lessons in compassion that I never fully realized until recently.
In 1970, when I was 17 years old, I started dating a boy who was going to the same college as I was. We were of different religions. I am Jewish. My husband is Catholic. In 1970, that mattered.
It mattered a lot.
Some members of my family were less than thrilled. I have had no contact with my mother's side of my family in many, many years. Some members of my future husband's family were less than thrilled, too.
But there were the many people who had compassion, who saw past the religious differences, who accepted us for who we are, and I owe a great debt of gratitude to every one of them. Until tonight, I've never thanked them publicly. Some of them, sadly, are no longer with us, having moved on to the next level of existence. But I want to say to each of them, "Thank you". My grandfather. Cousins. A childhood friend. My husband's next door neighbor. Some Aunts and Uncles on both sides of our family. And this is just for starters.
Meanwhile, we, my husband and I, have been married for nearly 41 years. Our love is deep. I hope that young woman in Nebraska can say the same about her and her Warrior Man, 41 years from now. (Too bad I won't be around to help her celebrate.)
Times have changed tremendously. I owe a debt to those who went before me, who helped pave the path of compassion that my husband and I walked. I haven't done enough to extend that path to the generations that have followed me.
You never know what one small act of compassion will do, until you are on the receiving end.