The “Invisible” People in Our Lives

Dear Reader:

Before we get to the “invisible” people in our daily lives…let me share the mystery around the invisible “letter” that disappeared. I went out on the deck yesterday morning and the “P” in HOPE was simply gone.

For the first time in over a week it hadn’t rained so it wasn’t due to a storm or anything…the tacks were still “intact” that had been holding it yet no cloth letter was anywhere to be seen…under the table…on the grass outside the railing…I even looked under the deck in that section…nothing. So now I am left with “HOE.”

It can be defined as a gardening tool used to break up dirt or as the urban dictionary defines it…  a “promiscuous” person who believes having sex with only one person…means one at a time.   *So obviously I must get a new “P” back in HOPE… quickly! 🙂

Psychology Today says there is an epidemic of “invisible” people growing in our society with dire consequences.

To be quite honest…it is only now in this stage of my life that I am becoming more acutely aware of the growing number of “invisible” people I encounter on a daily basis. Why? Because I have been given the most precious gift of “time” with my retirement years. This allows me the opportunity to really study people more completely while going about my daily errands.

Sadly the news media today is filled with stories of people (of all ages and backgrounds) who always felt invisible to society and ended up either taking their own lives…truly believing no one would even notice they were gone or taking out their anger against a society who never included them in it…with killing sprees and senseless other acts of violence.

If we take time to really observe the faces of people who work in ‘behind-the-scenes’ kinds of jobs (meat cutters, night time janitorial services, third shift maintenance jobs, late night delivery employment)…or even people we see in broad daylight in a variety of service positions, we can see the lost look (of lack of societal inclusion) in their eyes.

Feeling excluded is one of the worst feelings in the world. Haven’t we all experienced this terrible feeling at some point in our lives or at least feared it would be so? Perhaps we were at a new school where we knew no one, or on a team where we felt left out or unaccepted? It might have been at a social event like a dance where no one asked us to dance…we felt completely humiliated and alienated at the same time.

This is why it is so important that we all take time to speak ( make an upbeat comment or compliment) to a cashier, food server, cleaning staff personnel, a sad-looking teenage grocery bagger, delivery men/women, repair men, receptionists, etc. Long after these people have finished their daily, thankless job…your comment to them or compliment, particularly a word of thanks for their work ethic, will go a long way in helping them feel appreciated on a personal and positional basis.

So until tomorrow… “Smile at strangers and you just might change a life.” – Steve Maraboli

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

My neighbor Jane’s Texas Star hibiscus  is blooming proudly!

But the recent showers have my Confederate Rose growing in amazing leaps and bounds…can hardly wait till Fall to see the beautiful white, pink, and red blooms. A new flag welcomes all visitors to the garden…the other flag had faded with all the summer sunshine.

I got the most beautiful comment to the blog post “Mirroring our Behavior…” Lynn told about her breast cancer experience and I believe Ann…y’all share similar feelings…I know she shares mine. Thanks for taking the time to leave this thought-provoking personal message Lynn!

What a very beautiful story. It will be my inspiration for the rest of this week…possibly even for the rest of my life! And yes, I’ve been there on the long journey of breast cancer with many watching as I walked through my many months of surgery; chemotherapy and radiation….and beyond all this to further check-ups and doctor’s visits.

I wonder what they saw, felt or sensed? Hopefully those standing by sensed the peace beyond understanding which my Father gave me; the strength beyond compare that was poured out upon me; the joy that I found on that journey despite the doubt and despair that sometimes tried to knock on my heart’s door….and did they see and realize I was walking and not faltering and falling only because it was my compassionate and loving Father who carried me!

 

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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4 Responses to The “Invisible” People in Our Lives

  1. bcparkison says:

    I honestly don’t know how people go through life without their Heavenly Father .

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  2. Jodi Weathers says:

    Hey Becky, again you have lifted me up and inspired me. I try to always thank service
    Men and woman for their service when I see them in uniform or if they are wearing a
    Hat with military context ect.
    I have been one of those invisible people who has gone through heart ache, pain and
    Disappointment, physical abuse and molestation in silence.
    Only after my abuser, my brother, died was I able to openly speak about my pain.
    And yes you never know what someone is or has gone through. One thing is for sure, I know now as an adult that Jesus was by my side then to hide what was going on to protect me. And only revealed to me what had been happening to me in His time.
    I other wise would not be who I am today as an adult.
    So yes I try to remember to smile more, laugh often, and to speak to people that God
    Knows needs a kind gesture!

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      Jodi…What a powerful testimony and personal revelation! How I admire your ‘gumption and grit’ to share such a difficult segment of your life. How confusing, upsetting, and baffling this experience must have been. I am sure the lost of trust, particularly with someone as close as a sibling in your family, was beyond hurtful and traumatic! Yet God was there leading you through it…and what a wonderful, delightful person you are…with such humor and vitality….traits that deny your experience of being a victim… no victim ….instead…you came out the victor, Jodi and never forget it!!!!! Am awesome mom, daughter, and child of God you are with an Heavenly Father protecting you.!

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