The kitchen at Family House is buzzing pretty much every evening. As families come in from spending the day at the hospital with a loved one, you can see emotion on their faces. A lady and her son are delighted since her husband has
spent six hours today using his new lungs, they look for a little more time each day. A couple from Israel are terribly worried about their 27 year old son who waits daily for a liver and lungs. They had lost his twin brother just two years ago to this disease and fought hard to get him into UPMC (University of Pittsburgh Medical Center). Apparently the transplant team is one of the best in the world. A new person arrived today and her fourteen year old son is in the hospital also awaiting a transplant. So many stories and so much compassion. At the family house we are all in this together.
I really liked this quote a friend posted on facebook. “Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to places where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely, and broken. But this is not our spontaneous response to suffering. What we desire most is to do away with suffering by fleeing from it or finding a quick cure for it.” ~ Henri J.M. Nouwen
I have seen the Dali Lama speak about compassion and I am not sure if I understood it as well as I do now. We as humans will find ourselves in a place of feeling weak, vulnerable, lonely and broken at some point(s) in our life. I believe it’s true, we either flee from a situation or look for a quick cure or a fast answer.
Our society today is driven by looking good and being right, we have disposable clothing for the younger generation, quick fixes for diets and technology that keeps us anywhere but here in this present moment. I believe we have lost a basic human right to respect one another.
My son Cory moved to Tokyo out of college January of this year and he’s been enchanted with the respect people have for each other in Japan. No cutting in lines for the train, respecting each other’s place and therefore not treating yourself as though your time is more valuable.
It often feels that we don’t see each other–we whisked by each other and notice the visual elements that are interesting too us. Personally, I believe we lack taking a moment to truly see the person we love, the parent that raised us or the child that needs us. I feel families are the hardest on each other, the family dynamics that have been set in place since we were born often determine how we treat each other. I mentioned in an earlier post that my position in my family was staying strong. What happens when I can no longer protect that part of myself due to health, age or situation? Being vulnerable due to my surgery has definately been challenging but, also learning experience.
Are you a donor? Have you ever considered the families that wait for a lung, liver, heart, or other organs that could save their life?