A Missed Opportunity

Let's lend a hand this year. Look for the small moments to help.

Let’s lend a hand this year. Look for the small moments to help.

I have a challenge for you in 2015. And don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do. In fact, it’s really a challenge for me that I want to share with you. I want you to seek out opportunities to help others. Whether it is as small as holding the elevator door for someone at the office or as big as approaching someone in your life with some feedback (probably the biggest and scariest offer you can make). But start small. Open your eyes to the little opportunities that life offers you everyday to make someone’s life better.

Right before the end of the year, I had a moment where I failed to help someone and it continues to bother me. I didn’t reach out when I could have. When I should have. When I could have at least tried. It was a small moment, but that’s probably the thing that bothers me the most. It wasn’t a grand gesture or something that anyone would have remembered. Except for this one guy- the guy I could have extended a small gesture of kindness towards.

Between Christmas and New Year’s, my kids attended a drama camp at the Seattle Children’s Theatre and in the afternoons, I would drive over from work and wait for them to be released from camp. One afternoon, I arrived a little early and sat in my car reading as the rain poured down. Unlike typical Seattle rain, which is more like getting gleeked on by what I imagine are rebellious teenage clouds (they all gravitate to Seattle), this was really hard rain. It was a deluge.

As I waited, I happened to glance across the street and noticed a car parked on the other side. There was a man in the driver’s seat pulling his collapsible wheelchair across his lap and setting it up beside him on the road. And of course, because of the pouring rain, he was getting drenched as he tried to set up his chair and snap the wheels into place.

I immediately thought, “Poor guy is getting soaked. I should shield him from the rain.” But then, I realized I didn’t have an umbrella. I did have a jacket that I could have stretched above him and held like a shield from the rain. But I didn’t get out of my car. I wondered if he might think me ridiculous or overly solicitous. I figured he’d get the wheels on quickly and be on his way.

But then he wasn’t. I don’t know if it was the rain or what, but he was struggling to get his chair together. Shit, I thought. I should go over there still. But then I felt weird because he’d been struggling for several minutes and I hadn’t stepped in immediately to offer assistance. The moment has passed, I told myself. I stayed in the comfort of my car. The comfort of inaction.

Finally, he did get his chair together, hopped in and rolled off toward his destination. I looked over at his now empty car and felt like it was glowering at me in disappointment. His car was right- I hesitated when I could have helped. It would have been such a small thing. And perhaps he was already soaked, so the holding of the jacket wouldn’t have actually helped much. But. But it would have said that someone was there. That we watch out for each other, that we reach out a hand to each other.

I regret missing the opportunity to do that. And I don’t just regret it for the small help it may have been to him. He may have moved away, appreciative of a small act of kindness- which would have been wonderful. But, I too, would have left that moment buoyed up, smiling, happy to have helped someone. Even if I never mentioned it (though I might have, to my kids), I could have had it tucked away as something kind that I had done.

Instead, it weighs on me that I did not take action on my impulse. I feel the regret of it chafe against my heart. How could I have missed the chance to do something so simple? It is a reminder of one of my favorite axioms, “Choosing to do nothing is still a choice.” In my inaction, I made a choice and not the one I wish I had made.

Closing the door on 2014 was something I was happy to do. The year was a good one and I have a lot to be proud of and even more to be grateful for, but it didn’t feel like a year that moved me forward the way I would have hoped. In fact, there were moments when I longed for a hand to reach out and help me. But how can I hope for that, when I failed to seize an opportunity to do the same?

So, in 2015, I will hesitate less. I will reach out more. I will find small moments to stretch myself.

Will you join me? Will you lend a hand? To a stranger, a friend, a colleague? I have already begun to scan for opportunities.

Imagine if all of us do this. Imagine if we all take a few extras steps or moments to lift each other up. To be kind instead of indifferent. The world WILL be better for it and so will each of us.

Thanks for reading and sharing!

Wishing you happiness and health in 2015!

About jenlocati

JENNIE LOCATI started her blog, WYS Words as a way to share her experiences as a professional woman, wife, mother, and irrepressible “do-gooder”. Her diverse life experiences have taken her to Kenya as a Peace Corps volunteer, the trading floors of Wall Street, to PATH, and most recently back to Microsoft, where she works in Executive Communications. Jennie shares her many misadventures, occasional insights, and unique perspectives in a voice that is self-deprecating, honest, and authentic. Read more at www.wyswords.com

Posted on January 6, 2015, in Big Ideas and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Yes! We need to lose the self-consciousness. Although a benefit of getting older is caring less about what others think (I still do, but not anywhere near to the degree I did in my teens or twenties). As Brene would say- get vulnerable!

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  2. I have a moment like this that happened probably 6 years ago. I still remember it with regret, though also with intention — the intention of not letting such an opportunity pass me by next time. The funny thing is – why don’t we act in these kinds of situations? Because we’re afraid of how it will look. Or how did you say it, “whether he might think me ridiculous.” Well, perhaps the focus must be not so much on choosing action over inaction, but on being willing to look ridiculous, if that’s what it takes.

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