I'm lucky in love. This year, I'm learning to love more in many ways. It is so easy to see a world where one is all alone, no one cares, and slights are deliberate. Today, I feel the love. I want to recognize it, because there is no value unless it's shared.
Last week, I was at a conference 3500 miles from my flat and a challenge arose involving regie (fearsome dragon-like creature that controls real estate in Geneva), neighbor, dogsitter, and two friends, including one who had just been in an accident and was at hospital. To make a long story short, Desmond was lonely, and the dog sitter had been robbed, and my neighbor came to the rescue, simultaneously offering to care for my dog and to call the police if I didn't hand the keys over. We've subsequently (phone calls/texts/emails/apologies from dogsitter/large bunches of flowers) worked things out, and Desmond has a new fan.
A kind friend whom I have not seen for months due to competing schedules stepped in to the breach, at the expense of work time at her finance job for a fancy company. Not only did her sweet demeanor diffuse the neighbor's harangue, but she kept sending reports back to overanxious me. My hero.
When confronted with visa issues, my boss and friend trusted me to take her place at a conference, presenting on behalf of our organization. It was a conference of skilled American Red Cross communicators. I lurk on their closed Facebook group and am a steady admirer of their work and friendship. They welcomed me back warmly, and I made some new friends, in addition to strengthening bonds with long-standing friends and colleagues.
Last week, I was at a conference 3500 miles from my flat and a challenge arose involving regie (fearsome dragon-like creature that controls real estate in Geneva), neighbor, dogsitter, and two friends, including one who had just been in an accident and was at hospital. To make a long story short, Desmond was lonely, and the dog sitter had been robbed, and my neighbor came to the rescue, simultaneously offering to care for my dog and to call the police if I didn't hand the keys over. We've subsequently (phone calls/texts/emails/apologies from dogsitter/large bunches of flowers) worked things out, and Desmond has a new fan.
A kind friend whom I have not seen for months due to competing schedules stepped in to the breach, at the expense of work time at her finance job for a fancy company. Not only did her sweet demeanor diffuse the neighbor's harangue, but she kept sending reports back to overanxious me. My hero.
When confronted with visa issues, my boss and friend trusted me to take her place at a conference, presenting on behalf of our organization. It was a conference of skilled American Red Cross communicators. I lurk on their closed Facebook group and am a steady admirer of their work and friendship. They welcomed me back warmly, and I made some new friends, in addition to strengthening bonds with long-standing friends and colleagues.
