I care too much, and it’s OK

“I care too much, and it’s OK. I will not let anyone tell me I am wrong to love, to have empathy or compassion. Period.” That is what I posted on Facebook this morning with this image on the right from this great Minister John Pavlovitz which I’ve come to greatly respect. What prompted this post? Basically the hatred that I see from my so-called “friends” and people that I once admired. People that have nothing better to do with their day but spewing uncompassionate statements about the poor, the needy, the handicapped, the immigrants, you name it. The bullying and condescension over the less fortunate is at an all time high. It’s disheartening. My standard operating procedure isRead More

Caring Matters

The other day I came across a post about “9 things Italians living in the US will miss“, and while I concurred with everything posted, the one that spoke to me most was the one about family living close by. Oh, how I miss that! But it goes further than that. It’s the whole culture, the whole mindset that came to mind while I was reading this post. The mindset of caring for one another in a broader sense. In the U.S. most kids move away from home, following job opportunities across the country, moving far away from home, often right at the age of 18. It’s not like Italians are not like that, but they are theRead More

A Lesson in Compassion

Somehow, someway, life’s challenges and hardships help us evolve as human beings in a variety of ways. Having had hardships myself, and in turn, having met many moms who are disabled, or had to bury their children, or had children with profound disabilities, gave me an opportunity to learn compassion and empathy in ways people not exposed to this kind of life can understand. I may be able to explain how it feels to them, but I cannot make them understand it. Some people, however, seem to have an innate sense of compassion that always surprises me. Not having gone through any true tragedy or hardship, they have that empathy gene that people much older could only wish for.Read More

Supporting Yolanda

Of all the crazy TV shows I watch, one of the silliest must be “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills”. I think it’s silly mostly because we see what people with an insane amount of money do, like taking a swan to the veterinary, buy a $190,000 ring, travel halfway across the country just to look at a tiny horse with a too-too, or get your bum waxed on national TV. While as human beings, I do believe these women are “mildly” interesting (truly, take the money away and what do you have left?), the reason why I tune in is to watch Yolanda.  I love Yolanda. I love, love, love Yolanda. The moment she was introduced to the show aRead More

It Is What It Is

Have you ever had that feeling of being so completely overwhelmed and depressed, yet refusing to give up because, well, you’re not made that way? That’s how I am today. Sometimes I wish I was the kind of person that just ‘gives up’, ‘put a fork in me, I am done’. This whole thing we call life is just depressing. The thing is… I can accept EB and what has brought into my life, but the sheer amount of pain it has brought to my son on a daily basis, it’s just incomprehensible to me. I don’t get it. Yes, 17.5 years later, things are getting worse, much worse, and I just don’t understand why, how, what theRead More

Misinformed and Uncompassionate

There seem to be a trend going on nowadays that it’s really quite disturbing. I am unsure where these people are getting their information they so sternly believe or if a lie is perpetrated that it’s shared without anyone checking to make sure it’s “true”, but it’s truly a slap in the face to those that research the truth at every turn and really know what is going on and that indeed have all the facts at hand. Yes, I am talking about politics, but in general, it speaks about our society at large as well. Maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up with a computer at my fingertips in the late 70s and early 80s, but there was always a place, especiallyRead More