I frequently I mean VERY frequently- find myself being the shoulder to cry on, or the one who helps the one who needs it.. even knowing how much it affects me emotionally.
This morning while out, I saw a guy next to a pickup truck, knelt on the roadside. As I slowly passed, I saw a little white poodle lying lifeless on the side of the road. *sigh* My throat was already getting a lump as I stopped and asked him if I could help. He was crying, suddenly so was I, at the sight of that poor little doggie. His of course- he said he didn't know how he was going to tell his kids. What could I do, really? I related a few stories of my own losses, and talked about the Rainbow Bridge, and said maybe he could find a way to explain to his kids that way. He thanked me as he wrapped the little dog in a blanket and put him in the front seat next to himself.
I cried all the way to my destination, a sad part of an otherwise normal day.
Can a person have too much sympathy? I seem to feel others pain very deeply, and it never fails to bring me pain as well, and I have begun to wonder if I somehow subconsciously like doing something I know will make me sad.
Oh I dunno. I can't seem to stop myself from giving that hug, or stopping to help, or getting involved in some way when it seems someone or something needs assistance.
I guess these are really rhetorical questions, but something for me to come back to as I continue to ponder my motives, if any.
This morning while out, I saw a guy next to a pickup truck, knelt on the roadside. As I slowly passed, I saw a little white poodle lying lifeless on the side of the road. *sigh* My throat was already getting a lump as I stopped and asked him if I could help. He was crying, suddenly so was I, at the sight of that poor little doggie. His of course- he said he didn't know how he was going to tell his kids. What could I do, really? I related a few stories of my own losses, and talked about the Rainbow Bridge, and said maybe he could find a way to explain to his kids that way. He thanked me as he wrapped the little dog in a blanket and put him in the front seat next to himself.
I cried all the way to my destination, a sad part of an otherwise normal day.
Can a person have too much sympathy? I seem to feel others pain very deeply, and it never fails to bring me pain as well, and I have begun to wonder if I somehow subconsciously like doing something I know will make me sad.
Oh I dunno. I can't seem to stop myself from giving that hug, or stopping to help, or getting involved in some way when it seems someone or something needs assistance.
I guess these are really rhetorical questions, but something for me to come back to as I continue to ponder my motives, if any.