While this friend was in ICU my husband decided that he wanted to organize a benefit concert for him, get local bands together and take donations to raise funds for medical expenses, loss of income, and to show support for him. Nine local bands gathered yesterday for seven hours of loud rock music. I can't say, in all my years of concert going that I've ever seen such a good line up. Every band sounded and performed top notch. The concert goers had a great time. Almost $2000 was raised. My husband promoted with posters, a small local radio station spot, he had a banner made (donated), and t-shirts designed and printed for the event. I'm so incredibly proud of my husband for putting so much heart, so much effort, so much energy, and so much of himself into this event (he's never organized anything (except a surprise birthday party for me) before).
During the organization process someone fairly close to my husband, who was trying to poke at him and knock him down a notch made the comment that he didn't understand why my husband was putting so much energy into this event when, "bad things happen to people all over the place all the time." This statement did what it was intended to do and caused my husband to doubt for a little while. I don't remember how exactly he posed the question to me but it was something like, "do you think it's wrong that I want so badly to make this event great for him when people are struggling all over?"
Comparison is the death of Joy
We live such short and often futile lives. Each of our existences are a tiny exhale in the grand scope of living. The people we touch and the joy we bring to the world are much of what make that tiny exhale meaningful. Comparison makes that exhale as if it never was. As if we were nothing, just the same as anything that ever was, ever will be, or will drive a person insane while trying to be different, bigger, better, more... Mark Twain was right and I'm VERY proud of my husband for stopping to make a little difference.
|The man with all the hair is mine :)|