When I was a little kid, my self-esteem was so low that I actually thought that when I was out of people’s sight, I no longer existed for them. Kind of like my own personal Schrödinger’s cat thought experiment, I had to be observed to be sure I was actually alive.
Needless to say with age I have become more grounded in reality and more confident, but to this day when someone does something nice for me outside of my presence, it never fails to bring happy tears to my eyes, sentimental fool that I am. It could be something as simple as picking me up something that I like at the grocery store even though I haven’t asked for it, or “I saw this help wanted ad and thought you might be perfect for it.” Anything that implies that someone was thinking of me when I wasn’t there…that’s very precious to me.
I guess the moral of this story is that everybody wants to be appreciated and remembered and acknowledged, so I try to do that for others as often as I can.
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The View from a Drawbridge 
You are indeed alive. And well. It may not be provable, but I have observed it. Hugs!
Hugs! And because of you I have hope, too. 🙂
nice
Thanks.
Oh no, thank you.
In my world, you come up and shine before the sun. An early riser, I fish for an hour, thn look for your latest post. You always give me the gift of words each day and something for my mind to chew on. Better than chocolate. Thank You for so many gifts.
Wow. That’s a very high compliment. Thanks so much, Carole.
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