If you have ever been employed by a company, in the midst of completing all the required forms, you have to give the name and number of your emergency contact.
My emergency contacts have been my mother and sister. Once my son became an adult, I added him to the list. Never did I imagine that either of them would be called.
During my crisis, my son arrived to the hospital first and called others. Shortly after, my mother, sister, cousin, aunt, and several friends showed up.
Having a name and number to record is a blessing, but when you have a tribe to show up, it leaves you speechless.
I have learned over the years that love is an action word. It involves pausing your life to care for another.
Just a little something to think about the next time you are completing your emergency contact list.
Talk to you soon.
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