During the Christmas season, many focus their actions on helping those around them. There is an abundance of giving, thoughtfulness and kind acts, however, by the time January comes, many of those good intentions have turned to hectic schedules, paying for seasonal overspending, and going through each day without a holidays on the horizon.
But there are individuals who continue to give to others and share their talents all year long, no matter what season it is. A few years ago, one of our sons was in the hospital for a series of operations over a year’s time. These surgeries were accompanied with a great deal of worry and strain to our entire family. At times I was the only one sitting in the hospital at his bedside for days at a time as my husband was working full time to keep up with the doctor bills. While I was in the hospital, I spent the hours helping my son get about again and I always brought handwork to do and books to read. But despite all of my preparations, there was still so much time that seemed to stretch out forever.
During one of these eternally long intervals of time, and during a dreary time of the year, one of those “giving” individuals came to the hospital wing we were staying in. He brought two items with him, a stool and a guitar, which he quickly set up in the hallway close by our hospital door. Soon he began playing soothing, peaceful melodies; none that I recognized but that let my mind float easily between unruffled thoughts. The songs had no words and at times he would softly hum along. He played for about 45 minutes, then packed up and left with a smile on his face. I know he had other things he could have been doing, but he chose to spend a bit of his day to help people he was not even acquainted with.
I do not know what occurred in this man’s past that compelled him to spend his time singing to a silent crowd. Maybe he had spent time beside a hospital bed in the past and wanted to return to favor to someone who had stilled his anxious mind. Maybe he simply loved music and wanted to share it anywhere he could. It really doesn’t matter which event caused this musician’s compassionate acts that day in the hospital, however, it makes me take a moment to think about what experiences of my past will effect the activities I participate in today.