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Predicament: Kind Words 3/14/2012 9:28:29 PM
When I lost my job, I wouldn’t know if I should make it part of my blog or not; for it was too personal to write about it and post it in public. After all, everyone in the blogosphere and even the circle of friend I had will know about it and judgment will ensue. Will they be treating me harshly? Will they say that I was lazy? Will people see me as deserving of my fate? Will they be silent and let it be for it will be another day? Or will kind words reign? So you can see the dilemma I was in. But my blog was and is there so that I can exhale the troubles and celebrate the successes of the day. It is the telling of my life, a history of the daily travails and fun parts of living. After all, I don’t have any obligation to explain why I encountered this predicament.
In a life far back when I was young, when good things happen, everyone (or some would) wished that I should fail. (There is a German word for it which escapes me.) This, inspite of the fact that we were good friends. We played and competed. We told each other our innermost secrets. We trusted each other, truly trusted each other. But inspite of our relationship they wished that I would fail. It is that “Aha!” moment wherein they would be guilty of wishing that it was good for me. It would have been different if we were enemies; but friends?
Even with enemies, I would not be wishing the worst for my enemies. I would not wish him to fail. Well, somewhat, I wish it but in all sincerity, I wouldn’t. I try to correct myself. In fact, I would wish that that enemy would rather not bother me and leave me along. But wishing him to fail has not entered in my purview.
When I posted the fact that I lost my job, again, there was apprehension. But I must be honest with myself that I eventually posted it. Never mind the negative publicity. Perhaps I might lose some friends. And if I lose them, so be it. Do I deserve losing friends especially when I did not do any harm to them? Not really. After all, friendship is based on mutually being consequentially related in a non-combative state. But, I figured that they were not worth being friends with me anyway. I will still be friends with them. They have not given me any harm. It’s just that they have not responded to my predicament.
But there were indeed kind words from true friends, friends who not only empathize with me but cheered me on to a new and more exciting chapter in my life. That was a sign of what good friendship was really about, a sturdy one when one was down. True friendship was saying , “Good Luck”; or shocked at what had happen; or prompting me to go another direction; or wishing me God’s blessing in my future endeavor.
Kind friends are treating me to a cigar or two; or a drink at Greater trumps; or wishing me a good one for an interview that was coming up; or suggesting other venues I might want to apply to rather than the normal industries I apply to. It was just plain good sportsmanship.
But most of all, kind friends says kind words, the least of them. Yes, let kind word reign, let it reign.
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