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There once was a woman sick and dying in bed. She said – There are two kinds of people who come into her room. The first kind and by far the majority can not sit still. They cannot stand that she is in pain. They always have to change something. If the window is open – they have to close it. If my hair is on one side they have to fluff it over to the other side. They are also the first to say how good I look that day. That always scares me. She says that must mean I’m going to die any minute. I know how I look. I look good for being this sick? I look god for being this close to death? That first group who can’t sit still with me – they have no room in their heart for my pain because they have no room in their heart for their own pain.
The other group – far fewer – they come in the room and sit there. They don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to protect them. This coming back to the theme – not making the person on the death bed have to protect you from their pain and the only way that’s really going to genuinely happen is to the degree you have already made room in your heart for your pain. If we are not doing work on ourselves that other person is in trouble. They become an object in our mind instead of the subject of our heart.
How do you make room in your heart for pain? Is there an easy answer?From Annenberg media learner learner.org/resources/series108.html
Death: A Personal Understanding
Part 4 Deathbed