Last night I found out some horrible news regarding a dear friend. My stomach sunk. I am telling you this because I have learned a 2 very good lessons from this friend…
About 2.5 years ago we were moving into a brand new house in a brand new neighborhood. There was only one other house on our street and we were instant friends with these people. Then I found out my husband was going to be deployed for a year. I was in a new neighborhood, I was 500+ miles from any family, and I had two little boys. I was so scared, but knew I could do it. I am a military wife…that is what we do.
My husband began his deployment and I did ok. My neighbor was great for me. She had two little girls the same age as my boys, so we wasted the days together…I didn’t have time to sulk in my miseries. Then I found out they were moving. I was scared once again.
My husband was given a 3 day break before going overseas, so we went to Park City and just enjoyed spending every second together as a family. While we were gone my neighbors moved out and the new neighbors moved in.
Instantly, I didn’t like my new neighbors. I hadn’t even met them, but I knew I didn’t like them. He was a recruiter for the military, at the time I was bitter towards anything military. The military was in the middle of ripping my family apart for a whole year. I didn’t like them. Instantly.
After dropping my husband off at the airport and having no idea when I would see him again, I came home to a bunch of hud on the side of my house that I knew came from the neighbors. It wouldn’t have been a big deal usually, but I was extra emotional and had no idea what to do with all of it, so I blew up. I had the neighbors garage door opener, so I stormed up to their house, gave my new neighbor her garage door opener and REEMED her for leaving THEIR garbage at my house. That probably wasn’t the “welcome” that she expected. She stood speechless while I ranted and then stormed back to my house. I later found out she went back into her house and bawled.
A couple of months passed and I decided I should start going to the gym. The first class I went to, my neighbor was there. We hadn’t spoken since I yelled at her, so it was pretty awkward. After going to the class a couple of times and her being there each time, I decided it was time to apologize. She was so nice, accepted my apology, and then invited me and my boys over for dinner. I gained an amazing friendship with Mindy. We went to her house every monday night for dinner, went to the gym together daily, and our kids became the best of friends too. To say the least, we saw a lot of each other and I am so thankful for it. She was my saving grace.
8 months later, my husband was home, and we were moving to a different state for work. Mindy and I stayed in contact for about a month and then life got the best of us and we haven’t talked since. It has been a year. There have been so many times that I have thought about calling her, but haven’t. Last night I learned that my dear friend Mindy was diagnosed with cancer 4 months ago and is undergoing chemotherapy. I should have called her. I should have been there for her. She was there for me at my lowest time, why didn’t I call her? I am truly saddened.
So now you are probably wonder why I just told you all of this. Well, for two reasons…
Reason #1. Don’t make judgements. I instantly judged Mindy. Her husband was the person that gets young kids to sign up for the military, but he hadn’t even served overseas. He really had no idea what the military was. I just didn’t like them. I later found out how wrong I was. Mindy and her husband are some of the best people I have ever met. They opened their home to my boys and I when we needed it the most. They became my family. I missed out on a lot with Mindy because I judged her.
Reason #2. When you feel like you need to do something…DO IT! I started feeling like I should call her about the time she was diagnosed with her cancer. I should have acted on my feelings. I am kicking myself now. I was scared it was be an awkward conversation. A simple phone could have brightened her day. JUST. ONE. SIMPLE. PHONE. CALL.
Today I will make that ONE. SIMPLE. PHONE. CALL. I don’t care if it is an awkward conversation. If I were in her position, I think I would love to hear from an old friend.
My challenge to you is this….do something special for someone. It doesn’t have to be huge. Just do something. Act on your feelings to serve people. You never know what they are going through and how it could help them.