//Update At The End//
I was not Light yesterday. Far, far from it. Usually when this happens, Marco is the only one that has to put up with me and he loves me dearly so all is easily forgiven. Yesterday was not so charmed. Let me share the story.
Our dog Rosie has been having some general getting older health problems but over the last few weeks I’ve noticed it getting worse. I called her vet, but they didn’t pick up the phone. They are a small office about 30 minutes away but we make the drive because they are phenomenal. Dr. G is Native American and believes in the healing powers of herbs, oils, and diet. Right up my hippie alley. He is much more comfortable with animals than humans which is quite an endearing trait for a vet. I called a few times but never left a message. Mainly because I ignore my own voicemail and assume others do to. This went on all day and when someone finally picked up the phone, the woman on the other end quickly, but politely, asked me for my name and number so she could call me back. OH NO YOU DIDN’T. Insert all manner of frustration and egotistical spewings. I was that customer. Keeping it classy, I ended with “I’ll just find a new vet” and hung up the phone.
Immediately I regretted it, but honestly, it was only because it took me so long to find that wonderful vet in the first place and there I blew it because I lost my cool. It took about 10 more minutes for the pride to settle and then I saw how terribly I acted. Bitch is not my color.
Taking a deep breath, I called the office back and apologized. I found out her name was Carrie. Carrie is possibly the nicest person in the whole entire world. She quickly assured me that we all have bad days and that we could start fresh with Rosie’s appointment, if I would still see them.
I was a little nervous going to Rosie’s appointment today. I almost passed the task off to Marco. I arrived early and was the only client in the waiting room. A petite little brunette just a few years older than myself popped her head in and told me she would be with me in just a minute. I waited anxiously. When she came back, I asked if she was Carrie. She nodded sheepishly and as I began to apologize again, she walked over to me and said “Can I just give you a quick hug?” I could have cried on her tiny shoulder.
Carrie exuded Light in the face of complete Dark. Her graciousness blew me away, and yet drew me close. That is Light. She is Light. Light doesn’t shame the Dark, it encourages the Dark. It empowers the Dark.
A few months ago I stumbled upon a simple act of graciousness that took my breath away. I’ve contacted the Instagram friend to see if I may share his story because it embodies Light in the face of dark, much like Carrie did. I’ll keep you posted :) Until then, look for darkness that you can Light up.
Like I mentioned yesterday, I wanted to share this story with you because it has made such an impact on how I handle negativity in my life. Rik was gracious enough to let me tell it.
Instagram has opened up the possibilities of new connections much the same way blogging has and more often than not, those two overlap. One of those connections is Rik Cryderman, brilliant Instagram storyteller and father of blogger Kelle Hampton from Enjoying the Small Things. Rik is a chaplain at a Michigan hospital and shares beautifully worded glimpses into his life and the people around him. He is my daily devotional on goodness. He also has a killer little cabin up north called Bliss that he and his partner have curated to perfection. His IG feed alone is worthy of mention. But Rik’s IG feed is so swoon worthy because it represents his beautiful spirit. Kinder men may have walked this earth, but you’d be hard pressed to find them.
As with all forms of social media, there runs the risk of people misunderstanding your post and becoming critical. Such was case for Rik’s daughter Kelle. Months ago, an IG user posted a highly critical comment regarding Kelle’s parenting choices and the comments defending Kelle just flew in. There’s something about social media that can bring out the beast. It’s also akin to a car wreck; you want to look away, but you just keep scrolling through the drama. This time it paid off. Rik responded to the harsh IG user with such graciousness that it took my breath away. I instantly took a screenshot as a reminder of how to handle difficult people. I’ve since lost that screenshot, but the gist of his words have stayed with me. To the mean IG user he wrote, “I’ve taken a few minutes to look through your pictures and your daughter is darling. I especially liked the picture of her with the ice-cream. Give her a little squeeze for all of us and have a great day!”
Absolute Light in the face of dark. He didn’t correct her attitude, he didn’t get after her for being mean to his daughter, he just showed kindness. Instead of shaming the user or telling her to take hike (which probably would have been my response!) he gently coaxed goodness into her day in the hopes that it would brighten it. That is Light. He is Light.