Heart Attack

I was listening to a band I had heard of, but never heard before.  They are called Needtobreathe.  It was the title of a song that really got me. It was called More Heart Less Attack.  I thought that was a really good title. 

Why I like that title is that the term heart attack rightly sends shivers up our spine.  It is the last thing that any of us want.  Many have quadruple by-passes and stents to prevent them.  Once, it would have been the end of the story, but these days heaps can be done.  There are those who have had major surgery that live like nothing has happened, in that they play sports and go on holidays etc.

I had never thought of dividing those words that way.  More heart I like.  It seems to me so often I go for the jugular.  I put others down to build myself up.  The thing to me about that is, others are doing the same to me.  It seems mistakes cannot be made.    Compassion seems to be becoming a rarer commodity.

No wonder the band is called Needtobreathe.  I need room.  I am not perfect.  I try to do things well, but I mess up along with everyone else.  It seems to be a part of the human condition. 

I am really good at the attack part, but I think I need more of the heart part. Sometimes people are really flawed.  They do things that disqualify them immediately.  But often to me that is the result of doing what they know and what has been portrayed constantly.  Inside they want to be different and know they can be.

On the outside they are not worth two bob, but on the inside they have value.  Certainly getting to the value can take time and effort, and I can spend a lot of time to no avail.  But it can be so worth it.  Time and effort was put in for me, who am I to write someone off?

It is amazing how those people are often the most loyal.  They are used to being treated as discards, and someone seeing beyond the dirt to what is inside is out of left field.

I would rather have someone with me who is really with me, then someone who will flee at the first sign of difficulty.  Someone put something on Facebook that left an impression on me.  It showed a picture of someone on a park bench talking to a person who was down and out while behind them was someone who looked like they had it all together.  The caption said something like “I am less interested in hearing about the time you have spent with the rich and powerful, as in hearing about the time you have spent with the down and out.”

It seems to me to have more heart and less attack is a good idea.