Five Minute Friday — Share

Well, it’s Friday {okay it’s Saturday … details, details, details} so you know what that means. Time to link up at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2015/01/22/five-minute-friday-share/) for Five Minute Friday.

This week’s prompt was challenging only because there were so many ways to go. The word — SHARE — was shared Thursday night and, since I was on the road to Ohio for my great-granddaughter’s first birthday Friday, I had plenty of time to think of which fork I wanted to take.

First, there was the inclination to share the journey and the great blessing of being able to watch my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren grow {shows you how old I’m getting}. Then there was the thought of sharing how hard it is experience these blessings alone. But I felt that might be just too melancholic for a happy occasion.

So, I opted to talk about sharing in a general way. So, the timer is set and off we GO

The little boy sat at the lunchroom table and reached into his lunch bag. He pulled out a sandwich, but noticed another little boy sitting at the end of the table. He was just sitting there swinging his legs back and forth trying to keep his hands busy with “hand” games. The first boy had seen the other boy a couple of times, but didn’t know who he was, just that he was new to the school. So he packed his sandwich back into the lunch bag and walked down the table to sit next to his new friend. Without saying a word, he reached into his bag, pulled out the sandwich, carefully unwrapped the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and gave his new friend half.

Sharing. It’s something we do all the time whether we realize it or not. We share our lives and our loves, we share our feelings — and even when we don’t we’re actually sharing that as well.

As writers and bloggers, we do it all the time. We share our thoughts and opinions and, alas and alack, sometimes our biases and prejudices. We share our time and our talent — not all of us are wordsmiths, some are incredible photographers or poets.

Social media has fueled the frenzy. … STOP

… {Wow, that went fast} We often share information on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, etc. Sometimes too much information. Sometimes showing the multiple facets of our lives — the good, the bad, the mysterious, the conflict, the peace.

We are a communal lot. We want to share our lives and loves and thoughts and desires and hopes and dreams with others. And we’re willing to share our time and talents with others. We’re a giving people. But helping for the sake of helping often has less altruistic motives. Sometimes it is just because it makes us feel good.

My prayer is we give up half that sandwich to a lonely stranger, not because it makes us feel good or because it is expected. But because it is needed.

And it hits home for me, too. It would be awfully hard for me to share my peanut butter and jelly sandwich {ham and cheese, maybe, but PB&J?}. But it would be the right thing to do.

What about you? Are you willing to share?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Bloom where you’re planted. Be all you can be right where you are.

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13 Responses to Five Minute Friday — Share

  1. Ashley says:

    I, too, have a hard time sharing PB+J. šŸ™‚ I so appreciate sharing as a response to a need, pure and simple. Glad to have you link up at FMF. And I, for one, would love to hear your more melancholy inclination about sharing those milestones alone.

  2. Thanks Joe for your words about sharing today. I think about sharing as it relates to stuff. But you are so right that we also share the intangibles of life with one another. And let it be that we do so as a sacrifice of love to the other. Visiting you today from FMF. Blessings.

  3. Kelli Moore says:

    Visiting again from FMF – although I’ll visit anyway. Your post made me think – which is such a good thing. I’ve always kinda thought it is okay if we share just because it makes us feel good because at least we are sharing. But, truthfully, we should and need to share because it is needed. Just that. You have helped frame my goal for the week – looking to see what is needed and then trying to fill that need – just because it needs to be filled. And that means following your other thought – blooming where I am planted. Not trying to spread seeds so that I can bloom somewhere else. Thank you for your powerful thoughts and for challenging me.

  4. iwillbloom says:

    Loved your post. [Have missed you the past few weeks at FMF, or did I just not see your entries, for some reason?]ā€¦.your thought to remember spoke right to me this week. Thank you.

  5. Loved your post. some things are difficult to share like your left overs at the resturant they are mine. LOL. great post. stopping by from FMF

  6. TamrahJo says:

    I find the hardest struggle for me is sharing just what the person needs and not what I would want if the positions were reversed.

    To listen, and then ask, before commenting, “Are you asking for opinions or just need a friendly ear?” cuz lord knows, I’m definitely a “Let’s dive in and Fix This” personality and sometimes focus more on ‘solving’ than just listening with compassion and no comment!

    That said,I think our basic need to love and be loved drive our need to share. Yes, we have so many more ways to insta-share now than even a short 10 years ago – –

    But I’m grateful for the means to reach out, instantly and say,

    “I’m so sorry you’re struggling now – you are loved and appreciated by so many.”

    And, when I’m engaged in my own dark valleys of life, reading the words of others who have traversed their own similar valley and emerged on the other side intact – well, that gives me hope and determination that I might also do the same.

    You do so much with your life – your family – I admire your moxie so much.

    As I ponder your statement, regarding your times of melancholy for experiencing your blessings alone, I realize the WP community cannot replace Karen, but, I, for one, am so glad you share your experiences – you have done things as a grandpa and great-grandpa I would have shrunk from even considering (mega trips that really needed a full bus for transport! LOL) , but given your experiences, am now certain I must be up to the task of doing the same, if/when it comes, for the rewards to all involved are so great.

    I would like to venture that your times of melancholy are only a testament to your deep and abiding love – while it may be uncomfortable and not the most pleasant experience, I believe that loyalty and love to be of deeper value than an insane pursuit of continually avoiding pain – šŸ™‚

    And so, in less than instant sharing mode (because I’m long-winded) and in violation of ‘just listening, not commenting’ I will say –

    “I hear you. I get melancholy too, when I so desperately miss those who have gone. You are not alone. and, just in case you needed some cheering up, I tell you a joke…

    What do you get when you cross Lassie with a watermelon?

    Melon-Collie –

    • Love it. Thanks. Sometimes these posts bring out the masked pain behind the facade. It stinks going on alone, but the reality is I wouldn’t have had Karen go through it alone had the roles been reversed. She was strong enough to survive, but sometimes the hurt is really deep. Someone told me the other day my family was my legacy … I never looked at it that way. Some day I want to hear my grandchildren laugh and say, “Remember when Grandpa …” šŸ™‚

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