He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

I’ve been trying to find the right words, nice words, to say what I want to say in this post. Attempts at editing my feelings have proved futile, and on top of everything else that I’m juggling at the moment, I no longer care to find a polite way to question what the actual fuck is wrong with human beings these days. Seriously, how hard is it to be kind?

We are surrounded by people who desperately need our help. People whose lives have been decimated by natural disasters. People who are fighting the demons in their heads every minute of every day. People who work and work and work yet struggle to put food on the table. People who are terminally ill. People who have nowhere to live. How can these issues be endlessly debated and politicized while people suffer??

Kindness shouldn’t be relegated to canned foods, bottled water, monetary donations, and showy Instagram posts. Sometimes, we really have to inconvenience ourselves to make someone else’s existence a little less like hell. A room in your house, a meal with your family, a hug, a sympathetic ear… All it takes is for each one of us to selflessly reach out to ONE other person.

Remember, he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

 

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    1. I think we’re already seeing the effects of raising adults who are self absorbed and selfish. The only way to turn this around is for us like minded folk to continue to practice love as a verb. Keep trying to reach your students. You might be the only person trying to make them care about the plight of others.

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  1. I hear you. It’s so sad the way people treat each other these days. The only reasonable explanation that I can come up with is that there are so many people in pain. I wish there were something we could do for all of them.

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  2. I work at a university and we currently have a hamper drive starting for students at the holiday time and there was an interesting discussion that popped up- if the student (and their family, if involved) would allow it, you can deliver the hamper that you collected and assembled yourself. Otherwise, it will be the group organising to do it. A lot of people didn’t understand why they wouldn’t want to meet the people who put so much thought and energy into it, until someone spoke up and said that when they were in that situation, they didn’t want people to know. I try to feel a situation out as best I can. If there is someone on the street, I will buy them a coffee and chat for a bit (if they are interested). When I do my annual Shoebox Project, I write fairly lengthy letters to whomever receives it with resources and hopefully a hopeful message for them (we aren’t allowed to deliver here). If someone isn’t going to go out of their way to actually spend time with people in need, I would rather that they at least donate something instead of doing nothing at all!

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    1. This is beautiful. I love your sensitivity. I find the current trend of posting “good deeds” to social media so disturbing. Sometimes, people wish to remain anonymous because they’re struggling with having to accept what they see as handouts. I hope that you and your group have a very successful hamper drive!

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