Running through my neighborhood I run past bikes strewn across lawns, kids running through sprinklers, scooters left haphazardly on the sidewalks, pictures drawn from chalk. A family packing up the car for vacation, two parents and two children. All evidence of the happy lives going on behind the front doors. But is it really?
You never know what’s going on behind those closed doors. Who is using those bikes? Should there be one more? Is the picture drawn by a child who is sick and cannot join in the more physical activities? One parent is supervising. Is the other parent inside, or is it something more sinister? What we see is just a tiny glimpse of someone’s life and we shouldn’t even begin to guess at the reality. What do people think when they see me? I probably look fine to others when I am out running. Maybe they think “good for her, she’s taking care of herself by running. She cares about her health.” Or when we are out walking our dog, talking with each other. Do they think “what a nice, happy couple walking their dog and enjoying their time together?” We go on with our daily routines which makes it appear that we are typical people just going about our lives. Rarely can others see what’s below the surface unless we show them. At our house there are no toys or bikes outside but a stranger happening past wouldn’t think anything of it. They might see our dog and cat looking out the door and think that a home with pets is a happy home. There is no evidence that I am broken. No evidence that behind the walls of our well taken care of home is unfettered grief and heartbreak. Even in public, though I feel like a shell of my former self, others may look at me and think I look unhappy but they certainly would not see the extent of my anguish (unless I am crying, which does happen quite a bit).
Even when Ariella was in treatment a bystander observing our family wouldn’t think anything was wrong (unless Ariella was showing off her bald head). We had fun, Ariella played outside, we looked just like any other happy family. We wore good masks. The worry and fear wasn’t evident. We looked carefree, like we had it all, when in reality we were facing our worst nightmare.
The point of this is that you never know what someone is dealing with. My temper is short these days. I rarely smile, and have no desire to make small talk. Strangers may take that as rudeness. But I can’t help it. But when someone shows kindness, by a compliment, or just with pleasant greeting, etc., it can offer a little brightness to someone who just may need it.
I have experienced a lot of kindness from strangers recently, even when I feel like I don’t deserve it. Here is an example. Well this man is not a complete stranger. He lives in our neighborhood and (I’m saying this in a joking way) accidentally traumatized Ariella one Halloween. I think it was her fourth Halloween so she would have just turned three a few weeks prior. She was a pirate. When we got to his house for trick or treating he opened the door but remained hidden by the wall. After a few seconds he jumped out wearing a gorilla mask and loudly roared. Well that scared the shit out of Ariella. She jumped, screamed, cried, and ran away, knocking off her bandana. For the longest time after that she wouldn’t walk past the house and would frequently talk about the “Gorilla House”. She even remembered that her bandana came off. She eventually outgrew her fear of the house and even trick or treated there, but she never forgot that one night.
I’m telling this story because we never knew this man personally. Trick or treating was our only encounter with him during all the 12 years we’ve lived here. And then Ariella died and he came to the Shiva house (I don’t know if he was at the funeral). I’m not sure how he knew our situation but I think he knows David’s mom (everyone knows David’s mom so it’s a good bet that’s the connection, and I’m pretty sure that’s what David told me). It took a minute before I realized who he was but then I joked with him that he was the one that traumatized Ariella years before. I hadn’t seen him since the Shiva but the other day when I was walking the dog he was sitting outside on his deck and saw me walking by. He made it a point to check in with me and sincerely said I could let him know if there was anything he could do. I didn’t even see him at first, he called my name to get my attention. He could have ignored me. Who wants to talk to a grieving mother you barely know? I truly was touched.
The number of people that followed and continue to follow Ariella’s story astounds me. Many, many strangers invested their thoughts and prayers and energy into Ariella. Following a child with cancer is no easy feat. While at times it can be quite uplifting it is often emotionally draining. Strangers get to know those kids, care about those kids, and too often the children do not survive. And yet these people we have never met followed her to her last day and continue to follow her legacy through Ari’s Bears. Strangers sent Ariella cards and gifts when she was in the hospital. They have sent us bears and donated to Ari’s Bears. They comment here, let me know I am not alone. Many who live local to me, whom I have never met in person, have offered real, tangible help (for example grocery shopping for us). In a world where it’s so easy to focus on the bad, we need to remember there are truly, kind people.
Acquaintances and strangers that go the extra mile when clearly they do not have to helps get me through. They remind me there is good in the world, that people are generally caring, that there is some lightness in the dark. We would expect this from our family and close friends and we have mostly gotten it (though for the record, a comment on a facebook post here and there does not equal support) but ever since Ariella was diagnosed I was surprised and pleased at support we received from people we had never met. Many of them have become our family. Especially the cancer families. The pediatric cancer world is supportive by nature. Though the families are each fighting their own horrific battles they still take their time and energy to support other families. And then when the unfathomable happens the bereaved parents community reaches out. Again, these parents are in a never ending state of grief and yet they want to support others who are going through the same thing. The pediatric cancer and bereaved parents worlds are the most supportive, caring clubs that we never wanted to join.
So again, you never know what someone else is dealing with. You don’t know what’s behind that smile, behind those doors, beyond the surface. Everyone is going through something. No one’s life is perfect and a little bit of kindness goes a hell of a long way. An act of kindness may make a huge impact on someone, even if you don’t see it right away. Even if someone is not kind to you, be the person who will show them some kindness. They just might be the ones who need it the most.