When I started writing a blog focusing on interior design, its intent was to educate, explain, and maybe even entertain.
Every once in a while, however, you experience something so profound and so touching that it takes your breath away.
That "something" came to me recently in of all things – a LinkedIn message.
So please drop what you're doing and let me share this with you.
My halo is significantly tarnished and my mission in posting this is not to receive kudos. Rather, it’s to encourage all of us to have the presence of mind to take action to help lift others to a better place. Yes, my feet are certainly full of bullet holes. And if there had not been smart and kind folks willing to give me candid feedback along my journey, I fear my life would not be so peaceful.
I teared up when this came recently via LinkedIn messaging. I remember this young lady so clearly and I spoke very strongly to her. Our encounter was ever so brief, but I had been in her shoes in another life.
I felt I had to send a strong message: be fearless every day; help others and it always comes back. I’ve been called a walnut with a marshmallow center. People will think what they want. I say: to thine own self be true, and never ever give up.
Kelli, my name is Eugenia; you probably don't remember me, but I used to be a server in Pasadena, California. One time you came in and asked me what was wrong, so I told you about my
Basically, my ex-husband didn't want me to pursue my education, but I really wanted to. After the conversation you left me a huge tip of $50 and a note saying that I need to pursue my aspirations. I think this was like 8 or 9 years ago. Now so much time has passed, and I still remembered your message and your words of encouragement.
Thank you so much for that message. It really helped me realize what was important and what wasn't. Thank you for helping and motivating me to reach my goals. Thank you.
God love you honey. I’m so glad you found your voice and your power! And, yes, I remember you. And believe it or not, I’ve prayed for you and thought about you the other day. Please let me know if I can ever help you again. God provides perfectly. Fly free, soar high, and never look back.
I couldn't even imagine that you would remember someone like me. Thank you. I definitely felt your support. Now I'm divorced (I left my ex-husband), I work in San Francisco, I'm back on my feet, and it's my time to help you.
How can I help you? I know that conversation with you was small and short, but it helped to feel strong and not alone. Please let me know how I can ever repay you for your generosity and kindness.
Which goes to show – it’s the message that’s important, not the messenger.