This post isn’t about marcom. It’s about the meaning of life.
My friend’s 11-year-old son is having a 10-hour brain surgery today: August 27, 2013—an otherwise normal Tuesday—and I’m having a little trouble focusing on work. Maybe you are, now, too.
When life throws us a hideous curveball, work can be a blessing. The blessing is not the distraction of work. It’s the kindness and support shown by the human beings we work with. Clients, partners, vendors, teammates—and people we might not even know very well. But when they hear of your suffering—and subsequent inability to work because someone you love is suffering—they do truly, oddly, deeply wonderful things that touch and lift you during tragedy.
I have been witness to some remarkable acts of generosity over the past month, since my friend’s son had a brain bleed while on vacation in Paris:
Yes, there is. Just be your awesome, generous selves. Love each other. And if you feel inclined to send some good thoughts for Holden out into the universe today, we’ll take all we can get.