Today my heart was touched. I am taking an ecourse on blogging. Through this class I have gained a lot information, tools, and techniques. Some of it is technical and some inspirational. One part that is very important in the class is the forum. There we ask questions and answers in the open and privately. And we comment directly on others blogs. I have spent a lot of this week reading blogs, stories, and comments. This week everyone was to try something with a different emphasis. I worked on my Dear Radish column.
Last night I went to bed and I was a little down. I wrote quite a few comments on others blogs. Commenting is one way for people to get to know you, and build community. One blog I even brought myself to give some criticism. But at night I thought to myself, really, where are my comments? Where is my feed back? Never mind that only the day before I had said to myself, what do I care how many readers I have, or how many comments, if I can help, delight, provide beauty to someone through the day, that is enough. You never know whom you will touch.
This morning I got up, and because I need to bring myself back to clarity, I opened the computer and went to the forum. There I had two private messages. I laugh because I think they were two people from Australia who were still up. In any case, the first one was from the woman I had given the criticism. She was profoundly grateful. She said that she would take care of the problem as soon as she got her computer out of the shop.
The other commenter said she had read my story of my life in the forum, and how she was glad that I had shared it. She liked my humor on the blog. She said she loved that I was continuing to expand my life. She said that I was a “shining example” of not retiring from life. Tears dribbled out of my eyes.The moral of this story is: I love comments. No, No. The moral of this story is that you do not know whose heart you will touch. My heart got touched. Somehow she got touched. But, if you do not reach out, no one will be touched.