Faceroll.

Just a thought.

Imagine if you were just hit by a car and taken to hospital:

• How many of your friends would say “I hope (s)he’s ok.” out loud, then continue with their day?
• How many would “just finish this one thing” and then text you or something if they could remember to?
• How many would text you and your family for updates every 5 minutes?
• How many would make some time free to ring you or your family to check if you’re ok?
• How many would stop whatever they were doing and rush to be by your side?

Fewer than you expected, isn’t it.

Take that last group of people. Those are your true friends. Those are the ones that if your world falls apart, you can count on them to stay by your side no matter what. Their numbers may be small, but their loyalty and compassion is limitless.

Now think:

• When was the last time you talked to them?
• When was the last time you asked them if they were OK?
• What would you do if they were the ones in despair?
• If they read this, would you be on that list of people that would be there for them?

Today I was faced with this very question. It made me think about how selfish I really was worrying about always starting conversations. I thought about what recieving that text, that phonecall, that unexpected visit, meant to them. If that one little text out of the twenty sent out made someone feel appreciated and cared, then that would make me happy too. 

Compassion is a very rare thing these days. I realized that a couple of people that I thought would be there for me in my time of need I had just passed by and assumed that they were fine and dandy and living it up. Maybe you should take some time now to just text one of your friends if they’re OK, you may learn something.