5 Minutes

I recently heard a story about a woman whose son recently had passed away while serving overseas.

She was asked, given an opportunity to re-experience 5 minutes with him, what 5 minutes would she choose?

With 30 years of history to draw from, choosing those 5 minutes would not be an easy task.

She decided on this one time as a little boy when her son came running in from outside. He had been hurt. He was crying.

He rushed to her and hugged her.

It was one of the few moments that stick out in her mind when her son truly needed her.


This is one of those stories that surprise you when the message hits you.

I couldn’t help but think how beautiful this image was in my head.

And how, at some level, we all have this fundamental need to be needed.

But what about you?

Given the chance to re-experience 5 minutes with someone special to you – what would you choose?

What if you had the chance to repeat any 5 minutes from your life?

I Have Enough Love in My Life, Thanks

“I have enough love in my life.”

Have you ever said that to someone?

Has anyone ever said that to you?

Have you ever heard anyone say that to someone else?

My Dad and I were chatting about this the other day and I’m still thinking about it today.

Many of us seek out, are interested in, get hurt by, have a hard time expressing, perhaps find ourselves regularly thinking about… love.

So why do we so often dismiss it when people genuinely show us that love?

Do we even realize this about ourselves?

Sometimes it’s even done in the smallest of ways in our daily interactions.

Here’s a small example. I know he’s reading and hope he won’t mind since this already started with him anyway. (Update: I checked, he doesn’t.)

My Dad made this comment on my post, All-Timers with Alzheimer’s.

Initial reaction – Dad! Why do you have to write stuff like that on my blog?! There’s no content. No discussion. Nothing useful, interesting, insightful, or productive about your comment.

But what if he was just showing his love?

Now, I’m not saying this is an open-invitation for him to write stuff like that all the time. Because I personally think it’s distracting and could detract from any point I’d like to make in a public forum.

Yes, I’d much rather he share the love in an email to me, or text, or phone call, or next time we see each other in person.

But instead of responding to love with anything but, why not choose to match love with love?

Sure, I could just as easily argue that he should understand me, he should know this is how I feel, and I definitely think we’ve had this conversation before so he should remember!

But the intention was a love-ly one. He’s just trying to share the love and all I have is to share negative energy back?

Maybe he just needs a reminder about why this might not be the ideal way you receive love. Why not a gentle reminder instead of a harsh one?

Wouldn’t you like someone to be gentle with you, especially if you were trying to share your love with them and unknowingly coming up a bit short?

When is your next chance to love on someone else? No need to wait to show reactive love, why not a little proactive love?

Say hello to a stranger. Hug an acquaintance.  Compliment someone on a meaningful exchange – be it someone at work or another regular interaction or exchange.

What’s the worst that could happen?

“Oh, I’m sorry, I have enough love in my life, thanks.”

My bet? That probably won’t happen.




P.S. In sharing this post with my Dad before posting, what we realized through our conversation was that he wasn’t trying to comment on the blog at all! He’s not exactly the king of technology, so what he meant to be an email response to me, ended up being an email response that went straight to the comments section of the blog. Whooops! Just another reminder for me that conversations like these beat jumping to conclusions any day.

No image today.