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But... What About Me? A long, long time ago when I was a little child, about six years of age, my parents and I went on a vacation with some friends of theirs and the friends' two children. One of the kids was a little girl about a year younger than me. The other was an even younger boy. We all stayed in a really cool cabin by the beach at Kayak Point. The cabin was actually the wheel house from an old ferry boat and still had the steering wheel, which was a wondrous thing for us kids. The other family had a boat - what was then called a "cabin cruiser". During our week-long vacation they kept it tied up at the community dock which was down a long, steep hill from our cabin. One day the girl and I were out playing (actually hiding from her annoying little brother) and we wandered down to the dock, where we discovered that the rope that tied their boat to the cleat on the dock had beome loosened. Because she had asthma I said I'd run up the hill to the cabin and get the parents while she stayed there and held onto the rope to keep the boat from drifting off. I ran up the hill, which was quite a ways from the dock - maybe a quarter mile. This may not sound like much to you joggers, but to a little kid, it was a long ways. When I burst into the cabin I was so out of breath I couldn't talk for a bit. Finally I said, "The boat got loose from the dock. Cydney is holding on to the rope." Everyone jumped up and ran out the door and down to the dock. I followed, and stood behind everyone as Cydney's father grabbed the rope and retied the boat more securely to the dock. All the adults began lavishing praise on Cydney for being so brave. I stood at the back of the crowd thinking, "But what about me? I ran all that way. All she did was stand there holding the rope. Don't I deserve some thanks, too?" This incident comes to mind sometimes when I've done something for someone and no thanks nor any form of gratitude are forthcoming. Usually we think of gratitude as something that we give, but it's also something we receive. What I've discovered about gratitudue is that we've been programmed to give gratitude but the issue of receiving it has been ignored. "Oh, that was nothing. Think nothing of it," is a common response from the recipient when gratitude is given for a kindness, a favor, a deed. I suspect we were programmed as children to not expect or even desire our good deeds to be rewarded, lest we become arrogant, greedy, self-centered, or some other undesireable trait. The truth is that we all deserve to receive gratitude for the good we do. If for no other reason than it encourages us to do even more good for others. Think about a time when you did something for someone else and they did nothing to acknowledge your kindness and thoughfulness. You no doubt felt let down and probably also a bit resentful. Certainly you weren't feeling encouraged to do another good deed for this ungrateful person in the future. The next time someone tells you "thank you" for a kindness you did for them, allow yourself to bask in the warmth of their gratitude. You deserve it. Love, ps. If no thanks are forthcoming for a kindness you did for someone, simply tell them "You're welcome." The confusion on their face as they come to the awareness that they forgot to show their gratitude to you is almost as rewarding as their thanks would have been. | |
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