There comes a time in life when you are faced with the harsh reality of illness. When your own or that of someone you love dearly. The kind of illness that doesn’t just shake your heart but rattles your finances too. Hospital bills, tests, medications, diet, care, needs it all piles up faster than anyone can plan for. In those moments you begin to understand what it truly means to need help. You start to realize the weight carried by those who have had to gather the courage to ask for support.
This journey isn’t just about an individual or a public plea. It’s about community. About standing together not only in moments of joy but also in the valleys of pain. We gather to celebrate birthdays, weddings, promotions why then should we hesitate to rally around someone during a health crisis?
Yes, it’s true. Many among us are also going through hard times. Struggles are not unique. But there’s a reason we were given two hands; one to lift ourselves and one to lift someone else. And while some may think, “I don’t have much,” remember that it’s never really about the amount. It’s about the heart behind it.
Even those with plenty still give. Not always because they have excess but often because they understand the power of being remembered in prayer, in gratitude and in kindness. That cycle of giving and receiving builds a kind of wealth that goes beyond money it builds character, compassion and connection.
Sadly we often see people hold back when a patient needs help. Then when the worst happens we watch those same people run to contribute towards the funeral. But what if that support had come earlier when it was most needed? Maybe just maybe, that contribution could have bought time. Could have paid for a test. Could have made the difference between life and death.
To the quiet givers, the ones who always appear on every contribution list, thank you. We see you. We know it’s not because you always have a surplus but because you have empathy. You take a moment to imagine yourself in someone else’s shoes and that alone is a gift.
So this is not a sermon. It’s a call. A soft reminder that today it may be me. But tomorrow it could just as easily be you. And when that time comes, may you find the same hands extended in your direction.
Let’s keep showing up for each other when it matters most.
TUHAME ❤️
