A Time To Remember Spirituality Information

It was early in​ the evening when the phone call came. Reaching over, I grabbed the phone and was greeted by my cousin who lives in​ New York City. There was a​ deep sadness in​ her voice as​ she told me that she personally wanted to​ call me and invite me to​ the 5-year memorial service she'd be having for her two children.

Although I have spoken with this cousin a​ number of​ times since that tragic day, September 11th, five years ago, it​ had been about 30 years since I last saw her. My work and other time constraints made it​ highly unlikely that I would be able to​ attend the event. And, so, I told her that I wasn't sure that I could come, but I'd try.

After the phone call, I dismissed the matter with the thought that I'd send a​ card with beautiful words of​ comfort and hope. as​ days went on, my thoughts were absorbed with other things such as​ my writing, my websites, my business associates, my books, my friends, my children ... .

My children? Yes, many of​ us who have children always think about them and trust that they do well. Mine were doing fine, but I still worried a​ bit. Someone once told me in​ jest that the first 40 years of​ raising children are the hardest.

Here I was, thinking of​ my children who were happy and successful whereas my cousin would never see her only two children on this Earth again. Her daughter and son were both in​ their twenties and were at​ work at​ the World Trade Center when the planes struck. What a​ dreadful affair that must have been for their mother.

And so, I decided to​ attend the memorial service. it​ was one of​ the best things I ever could have done. Just being there with friends and family members I hadn't seen in​ years served as​ a​ reminder to​ me of​ what was important in​ life.

Though nothing could bring back my cousin's children, my presence and that of​ others brought a​ small degree of​ comfort and hope and made it​ possible for her to​ "keep on keeping on." I would have been selfish indeed, had I let my work and other commitments prevented me from making that trip.

We may not usually think that we have an​ effect on the lives of​ others, but we would be amazed at​ how wrong we could be. We do not need to​ make great contributions to​ the world -- just small, consistent ones to​ those whose lives we touch. We could help so many people by just taking the time to​ listen to​ them, comfort them or​ just bring them hope.

I am glad that I visited my cousin. I gained so much by being there. I will never be able to​ understand exactly how she feels. Nobody could really understand exactly how someone else feels, but we could get a​ general idea. if​ we are understanding and compassionate, we will not only feel better about ourselves, but we may have a​ tremendous, beneficial effect on those whose lives we touch.

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