I did something I would have thought unthinkable to me 5 years ago – gave a hungry person two protein bars and 10 dollars… He didn’t say thank you, but then again I didn’t do it for the thank you – I did it because he was hungry and few things are worse than hunger…. It has been nearly 5 years since I survived lung disease with a 50 percent mortality rate, and I just can’t get over that awesome feeling of compassion that that experience gave me since before my disease I would have judged (and not helped) that man. Every day I feel grateful that for the first time in my life I understand there are people who will never be in a position to take care of themselves.
Without having experienced the inexplicable chronic fatigue that came (and persists) with my disease, I would have never felt the warmth of compassion. How strange life is. I was given such a wonderful thing by such an awful (and freaky) disease.
Every time I see my lung doctor (pulmonologist), I thank him for saving my life. I should be thanking him for the gift of compassion….