the fellowship of kindred minds is like to that above.
We share our mutual woes, our mutual burdens bear;
and often for each other flows the sympathizing tear.
---John Fawcett, 1782
“Hey! How are you?” “Fine! How are you?” “Fine!” “OK, good
to see you!” “You, too!”
Have you had an exchange (or a thousand) just like this with
friends, family, and other folks who love you? Are you always fine? Are they? ‘Cause, I’ve said the things. And, I
wasn’t. Not even close. But I smiled, and I swallowed back truth and tears, and
I lied.
And I snatched away from you, my sister or brother, the
chance to be real with me in that moment. I kept it safe. And fake. And I
diminished the chances that, when your life is going down in flames, and I ask
you The Question, you will answer anything but “Fine! How are you?”
And that’s not the way this is all supposed to work. John
Fawcett said it in the text of this hymn in the 1700’s. Bill Withers said it in
1972:
Please
swallow your pride if I have faith you need to borrow,
for
no one can fill those of your needs that you won’t let show.
Lean
on me when you’re not strong
and
I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on;
for
it won’t be long till I’m gonna need
somebody
to lean on.
Speak now.
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