Josh says I have a bleeding heart. You know the term, right? Someone that is excessively sympathetic. I also consider it someone that wants to help everyone. I used to get picked on when I was younger because I befriended the left out kids. I couldn’t stand to see them standing alone so I would make an effort to include them. In high school there was a girl that wasn’t well off. In fact, she never really smelled that good. So of course, she got made fun of a lot. I would try to ignore her standing alone but my heart would start hurting. The guilt would kick in so over I’d walk to visit with her.
The other night I heard someone say they were a collector of wounded birds. Meaning they often became friends with people who needed help or that he felt needed help. I also tend to do this. One of my closest high school friends would show up at my door sobbing about her complete loser boyfriend. I continually tried to fix the situation for her (though as any high school girl in love would do, she didn’t listen). I often talk to my friends and do what I call “mothering”. I just can’t help myself. Some of them just need it.
Sunday night I went to bed with a tightness in my chest so painful I could barely breath. Friends and family members are going through some serious stuff right now. And I can’t do a thing about it. I can’t fix the situation. I don’t even feel like I can help. I just have to stand by waiting with a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. I will just continue to try and be there for them the best way that I know how. I’m glad I’m a “bleeding heart” even though it can be overwhelming at times. I decided I should own it. I’m sure there’s some others out there. (I know for a fact my brother is one.) All I can think of is the scene from How the Grinch Stole Christmas where the Grinch says, “Bleeding hearts of the world unite”.