My wife often is too fatigued from her breast cancer treatment to grocery shop, so I do it. On one such excursion, I was in the produce section, pulled on the roll of produce bags to tear one off, and the entire roll fell off of the spindle and onto the floor.
When I picked it up I was startled at how heavy it was. I’m not saying that it was hundreds of pounds, but considering how each bag on that roll weighs practically nothing I was surprised that all of those “nothings” added up to a significant “something.”
And therein lies the lesson; the little things that we do for our friends and our loved ones that don’t seem to make much of a difference, add up and make a BIG difference.
For example, we chose an oncologist that was 100 miles from our home. (I didn’t want to sacrifice long-term results for short-term convenience.) She was often very tired from her treatment so I did most of the driving. Driving back and forth one time isn’t really a big deal. Consider this, however: we have now logged over 30,000 miles related to her treatment. That amounts to over 600 hours of driving; 600 hours that she was able to rest. Now THAT’s a big deal.
Here’s another example. I played the clarinet from the 6th through the 12th grades, and even in my freshman year of college. During that time I was in orchestras, wind ensembles, Dixieland bands, and marching bands. I even had recordings of several clarinet concertos, minus the clarinet, which allowed me to play the concerto backed by a full, professional orchestra. My parents were always very supportive and put up with all the screeching and frustrations as I took lessons and practiced.
Every week they drove me to and from my lessons. None of those trips were a big deal.
They listened when I had perfected some difficult scale or piece of music. None of those “sit-downs” in the living room were a big deal.
They went to just about every performance of every type of musical group in which I played. That included watching the marching band perform at football games and in parades.