Everyone has a story to tell. Not the stuff of myths, or epic poems, though they can be quite powerful in their own right. We rarely share them because they belong to us, and the people who are part of them. Sharing dulls the magic a bit, turning them into topics of discussion, or worse, criticism. That’s why we tend to keep them to ourselves. We are convinced few will find them as meaningful as we do, and the result will be something only we can savor, while the rest of the world just doesn’t get it.
Right now, there’s a website out there called Makesmethink.com with a simple object – let people share their stories of love, loss, hope, and home , the purpose to give you a healthy dose of food for thought. These anecdotes do little more than lift the spirit and soothe the soul, and frankly, that’s all they need to do. That’s why we cherish our own little stories. That’s why, if we share them, we hope they have the impact that these do. Enjoy.
Today, two days after my partner’s funeral, I received a bouquet of flowers which he had ordered for me the week before. The note read, “Even if the cancer wins, I want you to know that you’re the girl of my dreams.”