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Throwback Thursday: Lessons in Compassion

1000 Voices Speak For Compassion



Last month, I mentioned that I was joining in 1000 Voices for Compassion, and I said I'd tell you why on February 20th.  Well, as I've considered the topic, I've realized that I have too many thoughts on the subject to write only one post about compassion.  



My mom taught me from the time I was young to develop compassion, by encouraging me to think beyond myself.  Utilizing the age-old technique of asking questions to promote learning, when I was trying to determine how to act in a social situation, my mom would query, "How would you feel [if you were that person]?" Suddenly what I wanted to do had to be viewed through another perspective.  How would my actions impact someone? Would I help, or would I harm?  She didn't tell me how to act; she would suggest what she might do in a situation, but she encouraged me to figure it out for myself.  Her loving methods inspired me to be kind and compassionate. 



My mom taught not just in words, but also in actions.  Her life has been a never-ending stream of service.  She watched a blind baby when the baby's mother needed help.  She was there to provide rides to the hospital for a woman whose daughter had been severely burned.  She lent an ear to anyone who needed to be heard.  She visited lonely widows in nursing homes.  She has helped dress deceased women for their funerals.  Whenever there is a need, she has been there to meet it.  She has baked, cooked, sewed, and prayed for many.  She welcomed her mother-in-law into her home. She continues to live a compassionate life, as she assures that the needs of her 98-year-old mother are met. 
When life seems tough, home can be a place where we find love, compassion, and warmth. Within our family, we feel reassured that someone understands and cares how we feel. And the compassion we witness and experience at home inspires us to be more compassionate to others.  (From https://www.lds.org/family/compassion)
I definitely have witnessed and experienced compassion at home, and I hope that I can develop the same level of compassion that I observed.  

How have you learned compassion?

 photo ThankfulThought4_zps7d9599c2.jpgI'm thankful for the example of my mom.


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  1. Well, now we know for sure where your kindness and thoughtfulness comes from. I love how your mom would ask a question of you instead of just telling you how to act.

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    1. I'm still a work in progress, but I hope to follow in my mom's footsteps.

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  2. I don't believe for a minute that you don't already have compassion. I have seen it in action!

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    1. Sarah, you are kind. I hope I am compassionate, but I also know that the older I get, the "more" (insert any trait here) I am. And since I still have years ahead of me, I still have room for improvement. I really believe that life is a process of becoming. My mom is a great example to me; she's had more time to become the kind of person I hope to be.

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  3. I think I've said it before, but your mom is a pretty amazing woman. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, either...

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  4. The old saying is "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" and that is certainly true of you! Your mother certainly taught you to be kind and compassionate. I'm betting all of your own children have learned it from you, too!

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  5. Same here - by example at home. And as the others have said, it is clear that you put into practice what you learned as a child. No question there!

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