Blog Archives

The Kindness of Strangers

The heart of my heart. Even if you’ve never heard me say that, it only takes a few minutes to realize how important my cat, Maggie, is to me. For nearly 11 years, she has been my joy, my frustration, my solace.

Maggie and Me

She is as great a part of my online presence as she is my real life. So, when I realized she was missing a week ago, it was to social media that I turned. And I learned…

My friends are amazing, beautiful, compassionate people. I don’t know the full reach of posts, but here are some things I do know:

  • Two Facebook/Twitter posts were shared more than 200 times, often by people I’ve never met.
  • She was posted to at least four Birmingham area neighborhood and animal rescue groups.
  • Her HomeAgain email alert was forwarded to my entire neighborhood association email by a complete stranger.
  • My veterinary technician saw Maggie’s poster in a hairdresser’s in Homewood.
  • Untold number of good wishes, prayers, offers of support.

Maggie's Wanted Poster

In the end, Maggie sought her own help this Friday, quite literally knocking on the window of a man who lives just a block away. This Good Samaritan, John, lacking any pets of his own, opened his door, invited her in, let her wander all over his home, sleep where she wanted, and called me immediately. Even though I was in between flights home from Canada, he said she could stay as long as needed until I arrived home. After almost two weeks outside, she is completely uninjured, unfazed, not even a little dirty.

Home Again

In the process of looking for my troublemaker, I discovered something else. While many of us were looking for Maggie, there are countless animals with no one loving them, looking for them. A visit to Animal Care and Control, a division of the Greater Birmingham Humane Society, drove this lesson home. As I toured the rooms of cages, I saw newly born and world-weary cats, without collars or microchips, ragged, scared, alone. The people that run this service are kind, compassionate, patient. They take pictures of every animal (not in an animal abuse case) and post descriptions to a searchable website. They provide medical care, food and protection. If not claimed, these pets are transferred to the Humane Society’s primary location for adoption evaluation.

Maggie found protection. But not all animals are so fortunate. A donation has been made to Animal Care and Control in honor of John, whose open heart helped bring the heart of mine home. At this moment, Maggie is licking my arm and purring. All because of the kindness of friends and strangers.

This Face

Feeling Helpless and Hopeful

Winter Storm Leon, better known as Snowpocalypse2014, brought on a slew of unexpected situations and emotions in 48 hours. For those of you not familiar or in the middle of sludge, go read this piece by Birmingham resident Brian Barrett. Now.

Everyone back? Great.

I was really, really, really lucky. My flight back from Philadelphia (its own experience in ice and wind) landed safely around dinner Monday. I was home with prescriptions refilled, lots of dirty laundry, and a happy kitty, and I still maintained the bedtime of a preschooler. Tuesday morning was slow, warm, and a phone call from my mom prompted my first look outside.

Geez, I thought, that’s falling pretty fast for our normal “light dusting”. Quickly the road outside my house was blanketed, and the lawn disappeared. Maggie was little fascinated with the falling flakes and more irked that her daily sunshine was missing.

Maggie is unimpressed with snow instead of sunshine.

Maggie is unimpressed with snow instead of sunshine.

Thanks to social media, I found out how big a problem this was going to be for the majority of Birmingham. Various reports of schools and offices closing were rather delayed but still run of the mill. I even joked:

However, that changed to complete gratitude for my circumstances as friends and strangers faced driving and walking in freezing weather and only office-type clothing, separation of children and parents (though teachers were true heroes making sure charges remained safe), friends stuck at work and worried about pets who lack the ability to ask for help, and untold amounts of property damage. I was safe, warm, entertained, and well-fed. 

Pictures like this flooded Facebook, making me grateful for safety and uncomfortable to not help others.

So, why wasn’t I happy?

To say my privileged circumstances caused guilt would be overly simplistic and not accurate. I have earned the job and money that pay for my situation; I wouldn’t ask for a lesser quality of life. And this isn’t by any means “poor me… look at all I have”.

Helplessness was almost overwhelming at moments. As one friend faced a night in her car, another knew his dog would spend the night alone, more than one already in the hospital, and countless more friends and strangers made the best of circumstances or trucked on for safety, there was nothing I could do to help. I would share my home and blessings, but the road here is no less treacherous than any route. My car, reliable and roomy, was no ATV to maneuver the icy roads. My blankets no good to anyone on the highway. In Emergency Response Team training, the overarching policy was to help to the extent that one does not endanger him/herself. If a volunteer takes undue risks, he/she can become as much a part of the problem as existing victims.To do anything would be to put myself in danger AND would have been no real help.

Facebook and Twitter were full of stories, both horrifying and uplifting – people disconnected, of others helping move cars, delivering much-needed food and water, providing warmth and safety to complete strangers. I remembered pictures from my church of STAIR students getting new coats and thinking what great timing that was… and that I hadn’t contributed. I wanted to help; I wanted to do SOMETHING.

Both wonderful and sad, some neighborhood kitties took refuge on my porch.

Both wonderful and sad, some neighborhood kitties took refuge on my porch.

The best I could do was be thankful my family was safe and none of us needed to travel for work, food, or any other assistance. And that’s a lot. I tried to refrain from posting about my blessings at the risk of offending those who were forcibly without. It would be insufferable to be embarrassed by privilege, but I’m not embarrassed.  And some of you may think this entire post is a giant humblebrag. That’s not the intention, not in the least. In fact, I debated a long time before posting. But I needed to express this sense of dissatisfaction – not with my life or my possessions – but my inability to act. Social media is amazing for its ability to inform, to share when friends are in need, and to hear of wonderful acts of kindness. But it is frustrating when you don’t want to simply observe.

I am also fortunate in my church leadership, that they provide comfort without even knowing. Our head pastor, Rev. Dr. Conrad Sharps, posted just last week about using your abilities to make a difference in the world.

Let us allow the Holy Spirit to rule over our hearts and actions as we seek to demonstrate compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, patience, forgiveness, generosity and love that Christ first showed us. – Dr. Sharps

While not all of you are followers of Christianity, and I don’t mean to force my beliefs on anyone, the meaning is clear: do what feels right and moral not only for yourself, but to show by example how others may also be. In a recent sermon, another IPC leader, David Seamon, talked about giving of yourself, but not so much that you promise more than you can deliver. I don’t remember the verse, but that was interesting. And relevant to remember, as I can only do what is within my power to do. I cannot volunteer if I’m not accessible; I cannot donate if it will add to a credit card balance.

Now, to find some way to participate in the recovery. I don’t have much extra money or time between work travel, but there are sure to be groups that need the occasional pair of hands. While I’m not home enough to foster a homeless pet, maybe the Greater Birmingham Humane Society could use an afternoon of assistance or kitten snuggling.

%d bloggers like this: