Prompt: Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.
This prompt is so apropos for me during a most difficult time in my life recently. I won’t repeat details that I shared in a post written previously, but I will share some of the ways ‘kindness’ was shown to me.
I was hospitalized for a period of 8 days. During the first 2-3 days I don’t remember much as I was unconscious or semi-conscious and on some life support, but the days following I was showered with kindness. The nurses and care-workers helped me through a period of physical and emotional need. On most other occasions when I have been in the hospital, I have still been able to care for myself but this time I was dependent for several days on others.
My heart had gone into cardiac arrest, I had pneumonia caused by aspiration, my lungs had collapsed and I had several fractured ribs. For all of these reasons I was totally at the mercy of nurses and care workers. During this time it caused some feelings of embarrassment. I am a senior and grew up with a shyness and even found it difficult when I was in school to change clothes in front of other girls in the locker room. When I had my first child I found it to be a time when I had to let go somewhat of these feelings. however, I never did completely.
So here I was having to be bathed, changed and other personal needs done by complete strangers.
Here’s where the ‘kindness’ comes in, because I can say with no hesitation that I was never treated in a manner that caused me to truly feel embarrassed. Everything was done in a ‘matter of fact’ way and I never felt that any one of those caring for me minded doing whatever I needed. Often times when I was so uncomfortable because any movement caused pain in the rib area, the nurse(s) would often seem to see and know even without me saying anything, that I needed to be moved to relieve the discomfort. They seemed to know how to prop the pillows around me and ever so gently they would then maneuver me into a comfortable position. Some of these nurses/care workers were male which could normally heighten my emotional discomfort, but often they were the gentlest and most kind.
So this period of my life that could have been even more traumatic for me, was in fact a time of realizing that ‘kindness’ can make so much difference. You may even notice that without this prompt this is a quality I admire very much, hence the header on my blog site.