Facebook

I have only recently set up a page on Facebook.   I never thought I would put anything on Facebook.  I have this blog and people that I want to know about us, know about the blog.  When I worked at the hospital, people would ask if I was on Facebook and would give me strange looks when I said, no, I wasn't.   It was like I was saying I wasn't an American, or I only spoke Klingon.  

When we got Lynn a Grandpad for Christmas, my sister, Fritz and I  had to set up a Facebook page, so I did.  

I find it no less than amazing who I have connected and reconnect with on Facebook.  I am talking to a person I went to elementary school with (and right up through high school), my cousins in Florida, South Carolina and Tennessee, people I knew at my church, Denison UCC, before I got married to Bill in 1973, people I worked with years ago and neighbors, just across the street in Compass Pointe.   

I have been entertained, amused, moved, annoyed and upset by things I have seen posted on Facebook (usually about t-Rump.)  But, in these times, I am seeing more random acts of kindness than I have in the past in any arena and I am so glad.  My cousin in Tennessee couldn't get his lawn mower started, so his neighbor came over and cut the front and back grass while my cousin did the "weed eating" for both yards.   I saw a father and daughter singing a beautiful duet because she couldn't go to choir practice, so he put their performance on Facebook for others to enjoy.  His daughter said that singing with him was a memory she will cherish forever.   I have seen people paying for food for other people, sports giants and big companies donating their resources and a quiet  "kindness" revolution spreading across the world.   

When we get through this, and we will, I hope that church leaders recall these acts of kindness from the pulpit and encourage them to go on. 

Maybe kindness is a medicine that will get us through this more than testing and treatment.  Maybe not, but what if?