Embracing Sensitivity: A Lesson from a Funeral

Dear friends, today I want to share a story with you. A story that taught me a profound lesson about sensitivity. It’s a tale that took place in the somber setting of a funeral, but I promise you, it’s not a tale of despair, but one of understanding and growth.

The Funeral

Many years ago, I found myself at the funeral of a dear friend. The air was heavy with grief, the mourners’ faces etched with sorrow. I, too, was grappling with the loss, but I was also wrestling with an internal struggle. You see, I was raised in an era where men were expected to be stoic, to keep their emotions in check. Crying, especially in public, was seen as a sign of weakness.

The Unexpected Lesson

As I stood there, trying to hold back my tears, I noticed a young boy. He couldn’t have been more than ten years old. He was crying openly, his sobs echoing in the silent room. And yet, there was no judgment in the eyes of the adults around him. Instead, there was understanding, empathy, even respect.

That’s when it hit me. This young boy, in his innocence, was teaching us all a lesson. He was showing us that it’s okay to be sensitive, to express our emotions, to grieve openly. And in doing so, he was helping us all heal.

Embracing Sensitivity

From that day forward, I made a conscious effort to embrace my sensitivity. I learned that it’s not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength. It takes courage to be open and vulnerable, to allow others to see our true selves. And in doing so, we not only help ourselves heal, but we also help others.

So, my dear friends, I urge you to embrace your sensitivity. Don’t be afraid to express your emotions, to be vulnerable. Remember, it’s not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength. And in the end, it’s the strong who help others heal.

Until next time,

Kev