The other night I helped a friend of mine that I volunteer with by facilitating a space for her to hold an informational event for about 50 or so women. My friend entrusted others in her group to run the project as she had to attend an out of town thing for her work.
What struck me about this is the discordance between my experiences in working with her and what happened when I worked with the others.
My friend gets gratitude. She is a wonderful, bright, beautiful, sassy woman, but she gets gratitude.
I was strongly taken aback by how easy it was for the women whom had taken over for her to fail here. In my close proximity they chose to open complain about the location I had offered and complain about another one that I had helped them procure in the past.
They failed to acknowledge that I had given up an evening with my beloved family for them to be able to do this, they chose, instead, to focus on all the problems but not in the way that would be proactive,
I was incredibly
I was afforded a chance to speak and I hope I gently addressed their behavior by saying that when no other option came through that I offered what I had.
One of women whom I heard complain (making the most gentle of comments, rather than rude and harsh) sent me a note thanking me later that evening. The irony is that she was a guest speaker for the group that was hosting this event.
Is this a lost art?
I think it might be. I went to look for an image to share and if you Google gentleness, you pretty much find pictures of little kids, animals (and fruit?)
But this is a good idea:
“I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot, and never bite or kick even in play.”
~ Anna Sewell, Black Beauty