This week my mother turned 93.
She is still as brilliant and beautiful as the woman I admired when I was just a little girl.
I thought as a tribute to this amazing woman, I would share just one short anecdote from this week.
We had our weekly lunch as usual, and we talked about the great-grandchildren and Christmas preparations.
And I mentioned how irritated I was with some trivial thing that I can’t even remember now – just four days later. That is how insignificant it was.
But Mom said she understands how easy it is to get annoyed with certain people or situations.
And she told me about a friend who had said something recently that offended her.
But then she said:
“But you know, I can right now think of three horrible, sad, and unfair things that happened to that woman. She’s had her own terrible pain that changed her whole life. And she couldn’t do anything about it.
So when I think about being angry with her about some stupid thing she said, it just doesn’t seem right. It seems petty. I can let it go.”
That’s about the best definition of empathy I have ever heard.
How lucky that friend is.
How lucky I am.