Empathy
is the ability to perceive the joy or pain of another person and share these
feelings as if they were our own.
Maxi, our beloved German Shepherd, had extraordinary empathy. When
we children came home from school disheartened and depressed, Maxi would sadly
hang his head and lick our hands consolingly. But when we came home with big smiles
because it was Friday, he’d jump and run, wagging his tail with joy.
The memory still brings tears to my eyes because one day a Nazi official
came to take him away. He was to be sent to the front—World War II was raging. Maxi
was the only friend we had in whom we could confide our pain of always being hungry and cold or being beaten by our teachers for no reason at all. Merciless
informers were everywhere, and complaining was strictly
forbidden.
The capacity for empathy varies widely. Women tend to be more
empathetic than men. Some adults may be totally lacking it, while some small
children can show amazing discernment. When my daughter was a few months old, a
visitor came. She took a glance at the baby and then gushed forth in exuberant
praise, so insincere that even the baby perceived it. When the woman tried to
pat her, the baby turned away and cried.
Empathy goes a step further than sympathy. While a sympathetic
person feels compassion and pity, an empathetic person will actually feel the
pain as if it were her own. In times of deep distress an empathetic friend who
will share our grief can be of great solace.
When a good friend has lost a loved one, we may feel at a loss for
words. Empathy may provide an answer—to share the feelings, share the sadness, share
the silence or tears. A bereaved person does not want to be cheered up or hear platitudes,
such as time heals all wounds. It is
better to speak loving words of the deceased or quietly share the pain.
Time does heal many wounds, but not all. When it comes to the pain
of losing a child, time cannot heal that pain; at best it can help a person to slowly
become accustomed to the loss. With empathy we can reach out and touch a person,
not just with our hands or with our words, but with our heart.
At times and in varying degrees we all need empathy—someone who
will try to understand us and share our feelings.
Until next time,
Rosi
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