Most days, compassion leaves me a little raw and worn out. Exposed to the pain of this world does that to your soul.
Sure, a lot of it is the work that I do. Meeting people at the worst moments of their lives, seeing them hurting.
Some of it is also being a parent. Trying to protect the tender heart of your child.
I had no idea that when I had kids, I would ache for them at times. Making friends, school work, dealing with a bully. I simply had no idea.
Some of it is all of those other roles in my life-wife, daughter, sister, friend. I want to be there. I want to share in their stories.
There are days when compassion overwhelms me.
There are days when I have nothing left to give.
I don’t want to become someone who is numb to the world, numb to the pain of others, numb to the life around me. That actually scares me. That one day I won’t be fazed by the pain of this world. That I will stop feeling.
So when the next day comes, I will be able to share someone else’s story, ease someone’s ache. And it will still sting a little. The sting that reminds me of my humanity.
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