After writing my post about my biscuits, I took about 5 minutes to browse Facebook videos.

Somehow the one thing that pops up is doctors unclogging random ears, and random people popping zits, abcesses, and fistulas, that should have surgical intervention.

Thanks Facebook, I just had my breakfast with biscuits and gravy!

It did however spark random thoughts…

When I was in my teens, I would regularly visit with my grandparents. I was at my grandparents one day, and I could not help but focus on this one spot on my grandfathers face, right below his eye. It was a huge blackhead. I asked my grandfather if I could remove it for him, and he said “sure!”

I mean, this thing probably had historical value, it may have been there since before WW2, and who knows the experiences this blackhead had had in its lifetime that may have gone unnoticed by my grandfather but what was absorbed by and now embedded like an imprint on my grandfather’s skin. I am not really OCD but there are things I just cannot unsee, which is why I brought it up. Once it was removed he looked so much better without the black spot!

The thought I had was care. As much as we care how we look ourselves, we should care to look at others too and see if you can help them. He was not bothered by that spot, I was not either but it was just there, waiting to get infected and blow out into a zit. I wanted to prevent that, because being a teenager at that time, I had lots of zits, and they hurt! If you can help someone to prevent pain, discomfort, or anything negative, it is my believe that you should do what ever you can to help if you have the opportunity and the ability to do so. Not because it bothered you, not because you may encounter historical treasures, but because it is the kindest thing to do.

I have invited people over for Thanksgiving who would otherwise be alone. I have cared for others to discretely offer suggestions like you are wearing the wrong foundation, try this color, to do you want me to braid your hair so it doesn’t get tangled, or even do you want to borrow one of my shirts because you have a tear in yours? It is just who I am – I care.

How do you care for others?