I have always been a fan of Leo Buscaglia and never miss the opportunity to reflect on his writings or enjoy a television re-run. Last night, around midnight, was one of those times. Thanks to YouTube, my wife and I were able to spend about 30 minutes listening to Buscaglia reflect upon Christmas memories.
This enjoyable moment prompted memories of my own childhood and past Leo experiences. I had read his book Loving Each Other in the 80’s and then Born for Love in the mid-90’s. Both focused on the importance of loving and in some instances societies “suspicions” and “attitudes” toward open compassion and love. For years, I kept these books at hand for easy reference – the same way I might now refer to the handbook, Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff – its all small stuff.”
When my daughter was very young, she asked me a question about death and dying. I was not prepared, or at least I didn’t think I was, to answer the question in a manner a child would understand. That’s when I found, The Fall of Freddie the Leaf, a book Leo had written with the message that death is part of the cycle of life. This was over a decade before Disney’s, The Lion King’s reflected on the subject.
In 1995, I found comfort in his book, “Papa, My Father.” It was a celebration of dad’s. While I can’t remember the exact quote, I do recall Tyne Daly giving an awesome explanation on how she communicated with her father in everyday life – even after his death.
I feel sorry for individuals wrapped up in the misbegotten belief that showing compassion openly is somehow a sign of weakness. With these individuals, I skip the “shut up “ message and simply “smile” hoping someday they will come to understand the joy in thinking of others.
