Sympathy, Empathy

The other day at work, one of my co-workers, Marlene, got a call. She looked at her phone, saw who it was and exclaimed, “I told her not to call me until I got off work!” It turns out the woman calling recently had a traumatic brain injury and struggled to remember anything. She had been friends with Marlene before her TBI and wanted to re-establish the relationship.

Another colleague, Lucy, recognizing the situation, said, “that girl needs to get a life!” I was incensed. What did she think was happening? Indeed, the injured woman needs to get a life. That’s what she’s trying to do. It’s challenging and if Marlene isn’t up to being a friend, she needs to find a way to say “no.”

Instead Marlene and Lucy mocked this poor woman for a good fifteen minutes. I wanted to cry. I also wanted to say, “show some empathy!” but I realized neither woman is empathetic. They might show a mild amount of sympathy, but that’s different.

Empathy sometimes comes to us in life after our own trauma. For some people it’s a natural part of who they are, while others need to recognize what it is and cultivate it in their own lives.

I Googled “empathy vs sympathy” and got this definition: “Empathy is the ability to deeply understand and share the emotions of another person by ‘walking in their shoes.’ In contrast sympathy is feeling sorrow, pity, or concern for someone else’s misfortune without necessarily experiencing their emotions.”

In the situation above, Marlene and Lucy should have recognized the struggle this woman is facing. She can’t remember much, she struggles with understanding things like time and personal boundaries, and she is easily confused. I’ll say it again, if Marlene isn’t up to being her friend, she needs to find a way to say “no,” even if it means going to the woman’s family and asking for help in doing so. But I know Marlene and I know she’ll just drag out the situation and hope the woman gets the hint.

Not all of us have the skills to help the disabled, but when that’s the case, the right thing to do is to acknowledge it. Then look at the situation and grow from it.

Image Credits: Empathy Dice © Frank H. –stock.adobe.com; Heart in Hands © obeyleesin–stock.adobe.com

Happy Happy Birthday, Beth!

Hope your day is filled with joy! Celebrate yourself! Remember that I love you and want the best for you.

Image Credit: Birthday cat © Alexandra–stock.adobe.com

Mimi in Walter’s Spot

Those of you familiar with the TV show The Big Bang Theory will know about Sheldon’s spot and how no one else is allowed to sit there. Well, it’s a little different with cats, as proven here with Mimi sitting comfortably in Walter’s spot. Some of you may remember how much he likes sleeping behind the wicker chair on the kitty quilt. That’s where Mimi is now, and Walter hasn’t been able to make her budge, although he’s tried. I expect a battle later, but for now, Mimi is pretty comfortable.

It’s good to be Queen

Image Credits: Cesar Cat © Belinda O; Paws in Heart © Bigstock Photos; Queen Cat © Eric–stock.adobe.com

All I Want For Christmas…

Daily writing prompt
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

This is a tough question for me to answer. My mom bemoans the fact that she can no longer afford to buy me gifts, but that doesn’t bother me. I get very few gifts any more, and that’s fine, because I’m trying to downsize and gifts would just clutter up my already messy space.

A co-worker gave me a wonderful gift right before Christmas–a plateful of fudge and peanut brittle exactly the way my mom used to make it. I get nostalgic this time of year for the candy and baked goods that were so much a part of my family’s Christmas tradition. I don’t have the recipes–not that I could make peanut brittle anyway–and my mom is in assisted living, so she no longer makes any of those goods.

But the greatest gifts I’m getting these days are words of wisdom. So much of that comes from my blogging buddies, and I thank you for those thoughts. You may not be aware of the good that comes from sharing your life experience, but it’s there.

Then there are the gifts God gives us, sometimes in small measure, sometimes larger. This morning in church I was overwhelmed with the idea that I was created in the image of God, that God created me to be who I am. More than that, I felt a conviction that my parents were chosen for me, faults and all. I struggle with so much pain from my childhood and even my relationship with my parents as an adult, but perhaps that was all part of God’s plan for me. That’s pretty basic stuff for a lot of people of faith, and it’s not a new thought for me, but there was a wave of conviction I haven’t felt before.

I attend an Episcopal church, and I’m fortunate to have a priest who emphasizes God’s profound love for us despite our failings. We can fall again and again and God simply doesn’t go away. I find myself failing, but I know there is hope for the future.

I guess that’s the greatest gift anyone can give me, unwavering love despite my worst behavior.

Image Credits: Peace on Earth © cartoon-IT–stock.adobe.com; Fudge © olyina–stock.adobe.com; Family © GarkushaArt–stock.adobe.com

Lookin’ Serious

After a long day of snuggling with me, Walter and Mimi are together on the futon (which has been retired from human use since it broke earlier in 2025). They look pretty stern, don’t they? But in reality they’re quite content and will likely be sound asleep before long.

It’s been quite a day!

Image Credits: Cesar Cat © Belinda O; Paws in Heart © Bigstock Photo; Sleeping Cats © lonesomebunny–stock.adobe.com