Lose My Number!
If you’ve been following my blogs or actually know me, then you understand that I’m very forgiving and never hold a grudge.
But, today I have a message to those people who only contact me when they need something. Not surprisingly, the same people are hard to find if someone else is in need.
You may be the first one they call when they want your help, but you’re not even on their list of holiday calls or the sharing of good news.
I’m lucky — truly blessed — to be surrounded by many thoughtful, sensitive, kind, and compassionate people, who often make me forget about those others.
It’s hard to understand why some people are thoughtful while others are insensitive, why some people will always put themselves last and others will always put themselves first.
A few years back, a friend of mine told me a story about the time his sister asked him to read a letter she was about to send an ex-boyfriend. My friend told her she didn’t need any of its content. All she had to say was “lose my number.”
I often think of his story and how most of us never get close to saying what we want or need to say.
So . . . with the wisdom of someone who’s reached the big 4 – 0 and beyond . . . today, I’m saying it.
If you only call me when you need something . . . lose my number.
But, today I have a message to those people who only contact me when they need something. Not surprisingly, the same people are hard to find if someone else is in need.
You may be the first one they call when they want your help, but you’re not even on their list of holiday calls or the sharing of good news.
I’m lucky — truly blessed — to be surrounded by many thoughtful, sensitive, kind, and compassionate people, who often make me forget about those others.
It’s hard to understand why some people are thoughtful while others are insensitive, why some people will always put themselves last and others will always put themselves first.
A few years back, a friend of mine told me a story about the time his sister asked him to read a letter she was about to send an ex-boyfriend. My friend told her she didn’t need any of its content. All she had to say was “lose my number.”
I often think of his story and how most of us never get close to saying what we want or need to say.
So . . . with the wisdom of someone who’s reached the big 4 – 0 and beyond . . . today, I’m saying it.
If you only call me when you need something . . . lose my number.