It’s the first day of the last month of the year. Am I the only one who doesn’t know where the time has gone?! It seems like just yesterday that 2017 began, and in a few weeks, we’ll be ringing in a new year. I must say, although I haven’t reached every goal of mine, I’ve made great strides. For one, I’m writing blog posts. I admit, I’m not as consistent as I’d like to be, but I’ve come a long way.
Reflecting on this past year, I’ve realized that I let fear of failure stop me from taking chances. It took me half the year to muster up the courage to tell anyone that I had a blog. Aside from the few people who viewed my blog online, no one in my personal life knew that I had an online outlet. When I did tell a close friend, she was so excited for me – more so than me! I thought about that today, and how warm I felt, as she beamed about my little blog post. I had been afraid to share a part of me with a friend who had always cheered for me – I felt silly for waiting so long to tell her, and for letting my fears prevail over my life.
This morning, as I waited for Reine’s school bus to arrive, I couldn’t help but listen to a conversation between two of my neighbors. The first neighbor is a middle-aged blind man, equip with a service dog, and a sight cane. He waits outside every morning for his access-a-ride to take him to appointments and programs. Sometimes, he misses the braille in the elevator, and I help him find the button for his floor. He’s seems nice enough, but he has never said much to me. The other man is a very adventurous father of two, who takes his sons canoeing every weekend (weather permitted of course). He is very pleasant, like the warmth of the sun on snowy days. We exchange pleasantries everyday. These two men are very different people, but from what I gathered they are genuine friends.
As I stood, and held Reine in my arms, I took note of the adventurous one’s morning greeting to his friend. His words were as pleasant as his demeanor. He looked the blind man in his face with such sincerity, that I couldn’t help but look in awe. I thought to myself, although this man could not see, he must feel the genuineness of this friendship. The warmness, the love, he must hear it, in his friends voice. While I changed my focus to Reine’s arriving school bus, the two men spoke candidly, grasping hands, and exhanging smiles. I walked out of hearing distance, handed Reine to her bus matron, and waved her goodbye. As I turned and headed up the walkway toward the lobby door, I heard the blind man explain that he was off to his music group, and that he was having a performance soon. Before he could finish his thought, his friend excitedly told him to slide a flier under his door, because he wants to come and support. I smiled and walked past them. As they continued their chatter, and I headed back to my safehold of a home, I felt grateful to have experienced friendships as pure, and genuine as the blind man and the adventurous one.
It takes true courage to let someone into your life, and trust them enough to share your thoughts and ideas. It takes even more courage to live in a world you cannot see. My blind neighbor, who doesn’t speak much, service dog in tow, waits patiently for his ride every morning, to go out and live! On the first day, of the last month of the year, I was reminded that trust and friendship can remedy any faintheartedness. So, with that notion, I am creating a new goal for myself. I will do more of what scares me, because to conquer fear is to live a complete life!