The computer decided to play the fool, doing unmentionable things with no provocation. I’d only just sorted the email that had blocked me from answering anything, even though it let me see all the emails piling up. And, to make matters worse, I have one of these horrid winter bugs that turn your brain to mush. By the end of the day, I had tried everything I could think of… it was time to ask for help.
That can be a difficult thing to do sometimes… not for a technical problem like mine, when we are all too ready to scream for any help we can get, but for the real things that affect how we can live our lives. My son and I have been talking about this a lot since his return from India, where the kindness and compassion of the people he met there allowed him to experience many things he would otherwise not have been able to access, and indeed, had it not been for a complete stranger, a ‘knight in shining armour’, his trip could have been a disaster from the start.
What does a knight in shining armour look like? They are everywhere, hidden in plain sight, quietly ready to take up the quest and tilt at windmills on our behalf. People are often ready to go to extraordinary lengths to help each other, as long as we ourselves are able to admit a need and accept the help that is offered. Compassion may see the need before we are ready to admit that it is there. It never makes a noise about itself, but simply gets to work to do what it can.
How do you define compassion? We all understand the word, but how often do we think about what it really means… both in fact and on a personal level? Looking up the definition in a dictionary, especially glancing at the synonyms, is a bit of an eye-opener and produces everything from pity to empathy. The latter is probably the best definition, as the word itself comes from the ecclesiastical Latin compati… ‘feeling with’. And that, to me, defines what motivates any act of compassion. Pity is a cold and distant thing. Sympathy looks on kindly from a distance. Compassion takes things to heart and carries them very personally. Compassion understands, if not through personal experience of the cause, then empathy and an opening of the heart. Compassion is love in action.
It is this awareness of the problems of others that allows us to place ourselves in their shoes, feeling their pain, sorrow or worry as if it were our own, just for a moment, and which allows us to act in some way that feels right. It may be something practical… a cup of coffee, sleeves rolled up to help, even good advice… or it may be something more ephemeral, like a hug or a smile or a simple word that acknowledges both presence and need.
There is a selective blindness sometimes to the hurt we can see lingering in another’s eyes. If we see, we have to acknowledge and then we feel… and must act. It is, perhaps, in self-defence that we have become able to insulate ourselves and we can be good at ignoring pain. So good, in fact, that we often cover our own and pretend it isn’t there. Part of that comes down to pride… few of us like to admit we cannot cope, regardless of the problem. Some of it has become ingrained… many children are taught not to whine. Boys are still taught not to cry… girls too, though it is still seen as more acceptable. Those who do speak and air their inner hurts often make us uncomfortable, whether we care to admit it or not and we may take refuge in some kind of moral superiority, feeling that we would not have said/written/shouted that… or else we try and ignore them; pretend we don’t see… like failing to meet the eyes of a tramp in the street.
While it is undoubtedly good to learn that tears should not be a first recourse when things go wrong, that there are things we can do, choices we can make, actions we can take, it is not, in my opinion, a good thing to teach our children to stifle their feelings. To learn a modicum of control, to learn not to be enslaved by reactive emotion is a different matter, but the ability to recognise, accept and express emotion lies at the heart of compassion. How can we ‘feel with’ if we do not first learn how to feel?
There is a huge difference between the tears shed in frustration or sentimentality and those that prick our eyelids when our hearts ache and bleed for the plight of another. When we can feel at least the shadow of their pain and heartache. It is these that can move mountains and change the world. And it starts with the small things.
What does a knight in shining armour look like? He looks like the man who opens a door for a young Mum struggling with a pushchair. He looks like the woman who smiles at the beggar in the street. He looks like the child who rescues an injured bird and brings it home. He looks like the granny who puts on the kettle or the friend who sits for hours on the phone. He looks like the guy who stands by you when you tilt at windmills. He looks like anyone who meets the eyes of another with an open heart in acknowledgement of a shared humanity.
He looks like you.
This post is definitely my meditation for today – thank you, Sue.
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Thanks, Lynn.
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Sometimes we can be forgiven for thinking compassion is getting to be a rare commodity, watching what goes on around us. Then a complete stranger smiles, or speaks to you as though you are old friends, and you share a kindness…
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It really doesn’t take much to brighten a day, does it?
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Not really, but some days you wouldn’t know it!
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I know…there are days like that…
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Thanks for sharing, Patty.
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You write so deeply and beautifully and effortlessly Sue… Compassion is love in action… A stunning line
(PS if sometime I don’t follow up it’s because I don’t always get notified of your replies but If I tick the box (below) on any site I get notified of everyone’s comments and have email meltdown! Generally if Stuart likes my comment I do get a notification and come back to look… so don’t think I’m being ignorant! PXX)
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Thanks, Paul. I know the emails can get a bit overwhelming…and notifications do not always catch everything either, I find. xx
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I know sue but I wanted you to know how much I like your beautiful writing. Px
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Thank you xx
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I always think of sympathy as the cheap cousin of compassion. Sympathy is easy. Compassion requires commitment and “getting your hands dirty.” The problem with the internet is that I can’t drop over and help. I would, too. I would do it gladly and with a song on my lips. It’s that OCEAN that gets in the way!
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I know, Marilyn, and I appreciate that.
I think you are right. Sympathy makes you wish you could help. I don’t think you have a lot of choice with compassion… it carries you forward.
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Oh Sue, this was just so beautifully expressed. The smallest of gestures can fill a heart. ❤
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They can and do make all the difference. Thanks, Debby ❤
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❤
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Reblogged this on Stuart France.
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Astonishing beautiful. X
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Thank you x
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Reblogged this on Judith Barrow and commented:
Thought for today from Sue
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Can’t add anything o above comments, except to say the usual… something to think about – again, Thanks, Sue.x
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Thanks, Judith…and for sharing too! x
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Compassion is love in action…so beautifully expressed Sue. ❤
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Thank you, Jane x
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Thanks for sharing, Jaye x
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Lovely post Sue and missed at the time, but Debby’s reblog thankfully reminded me.. Bad news travels fast especially when turbo assisted by the media, and the good gets lost. But there are wonderful acts of random kindness going on all the time around us and by writing about it it gets shared.. brilliant post thank you.. xxxx
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Thanks, Sally. Human beings are capable of great and good things and the news from near and far makes us focus too often only on the bad. xxx
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
A post that I missed in January, but Debby Gies reblogged and here I am… and if there is one blog post you read today… this one by Sue Vincent on compassion and the quiet ones who carry out acts of kindness, is where you should be too.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you very much for sharing this.
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Those are all Knights, aren’t they? Love this post, Sue.
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They are, Jacqui… and it can take so little to be one of them. Thank you.
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Beautifully written Sue, plenty to think on 💜
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Thank you, Willow ❤
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💜😊
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Hi Sue and Debby (thanks for the repost) – empathy and understanding of others’ situations are so easy to ignore and brush on by … a smile does so much, a thank you, an opening of the door … and many other much more, at times, relevant actions all can alleviate and help others … a small donation, an arm across the road, a brief chat … My post tomorrow highlights this … by paying it forward … cheers to you both – Hilary
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Thanks, Hilary, you are quite right…it is in the small things that we can make a real difference.
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Reblogged this on Campbells World and commented:
Here’s a post I’d read before but what with the problems I and some of my friends have encountered of late I felt it necessary to not only reread, but reblog as well. If this is helpful, maybe you’ll share with your friends. You just never know who might need to see it.
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Thank you so mch, Patty and Campbell, for sharing this post.
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I am constantly amazed at how much compassion is out there, if, as you say, we accept it. I try to grow compassion within myself every day just by putting myself in another’s shoes. I wish this was taught in school!
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I think we need to start even earlier…not necessarily teaching compassion, but allowing it to flower in our children without hindrance.
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Y E S !
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Beautifully put.
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Thank you, Jan.
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A beautiful post, Sue. You have described pity, sympathy and compassion very well.
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Thank you, Robbie. There is a huge difference between the two.
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What a wonderful description of a knight in shining armour, Sue. Like you, I see them everywhere. Sometimes a smile is all it takes to make someone’s day. I’m so pleased your son had the assistance of a knight in India.
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It made all the difference, Norah…and allowed him to experience things he had never dreamed of. It doesn’t take a great deal smetimes, just a little kindness can change someone’s world.
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It can, Sue. I’m so pleased your son had wonderful experiences.
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He did, Norah, and it changed his outlook on many things.
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Wonderful, wonderful news. Best wishes to both of you. 🙂
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Thanks, Norah 🙂
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