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YOUR WEEKLY SELF CARE MINUTE

CARE REFLECTIONS

When I think back to my elementary school years, one teacher stands out above the rest. Her name was Mrs. Cox, and while she taught reading, writing, and math, the greatest lesson she ever taught me wasn't found in a textbook. She taught me how to believe in myself, and she taught me how to be kind. Mrs. Cox had a way of making every student feel like they mattered. Whenever one of us doubted ourselves or thought something was too difficult, she would gently remind us that if we put our minds to it, we could accomplish anything we wanted. Looking back, I realize she wasn't just saying those words to me. She believed them about every child who walked into her classroom. She saw potential where others may have only seen a young student still learning. One memory has stayed with me all these years. On the classroom wall was a kindness chart. Whenever someone did a kind act for another person, they earned a sticker. It wasn't about competition or seeing who could collect the most. It was a daily reminder that kindness mattered. Mrs. Cox celebrated helping others just as much as getting the right answer on a test. She understood that character was every bit as important as academics. At the time, I probably thought it was just another classroom activity. Today, I realized she was planting seeds. She was teaching us that our words matter, our actions matter, and that every one of us can make someone's day a little brighter. Those lessons stayed with me long after I left her classroom. In many ways, they helped shape the person I became. They influenced how I worked with older adults, how I approach caregiving, and how I try to treat the people I meet every day. As caregivers, we often underestimate the influence we have on others. We may think we're simply helping with today's needs, but people are watching. Children watch how we speak to others. Family members notice how we treat those who are struggling. Friends remember the encouragement we offered when they needed it most. Just like Mrs. Cox, we may never fully know the impact our kindness has on someone's life. I often wonder if Mrs. Cox realizes that decades later, one of her students still remembers her encouragement and that simple kindness chart hanging on the wall. I hope she does. Because the lessons she taught reached far beyond the classroom. They continue to ripple through every act of kindness I try to share with others. Today, be someone's Mrs. Cox. Offer encouragement. Celebrate kindness. Help someone believe in themselves. You may never know how far those simple acts will travel, but they just might change a life. I have attached a Kindness Chart for you to print out. I hope this brings you inspiration to find and be kind to others. ​ Keep on Caring, Jeremy

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Caregivers in the Back Seat shares real stories inspired by caregivers I met while driving Uber. Here is an excerpt:

A woman slipped into the back seat of my car, her shoulders carrying more than the weight of the Florida heat. As the door closed and I pulled away from the curb, I sensed it almost immediately. Her silence was not peaceful. It was the kind of silence that comes from carrying too much for too long. The kind that settles in when exhaustion becomes a constant companion and strength begins to feel like something you perform instead of something you possess. "You doing okay back there?" I asked gently. I was not trying to pry or solve her problems. I wanted her to know that if she needed someone to listen, I was there. She offered a tired smile. "I'm taking care of my mom. She has Alzheimer's. It's been one of those weeks." She laughed softly, but there was no joy behind it. It was the sound of someone doing everything she could just to keep going. As the miles passed, her story unfolded. Sleepless nights blurred into mornings. Doctor appointments filled the calendar. Medications, reminders, and routines are shaped every day. Beneath it all was the quiet heartbreak of watching someone she loved slowly drift away from the person she had always known. She was not looking for sympathy or asking for answers. She simply needed a place where, for a few minutes, she did not have to be the strong one. "I feel like I'm failing," she finally admitted. Her voice cracked, and tears filled her eyes. I looked at her in the rearview mirror and quietly replied, "You're not failing. You're tired. There's a difference." Something shifted in that moment. There were no instant solutions, but I watched her shoulders relax just enough to tell me that someone had finally named what she had been carrying. Sometimes that is where healing begins. For the rest of the ride, we talked as two people who understood that caregiving is both beautiful and incredibly hard. I shared lessons from my years in healthcare and from the many caregivers who have trusted me with their stories from the back seat. She listened closely, nodding as though each word gave her permission to breathe again.

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That Explains a Lot...I'm a Preacher's Kid is a collection of stories from growing up in church and the people who quietly shaped my life. Looking back, I can see how those experiences prepared me to care for others. Here is an excerpt:

When people find out that both of my parents were ministers, the conversation usually goes one of two ways. Someone will smile and say, "That must have been interesting," while someone else will ask, "So, what was it really like growing up as a preacher's kid?" I usually smile because there is no simple answer. I could tell a funny story about church dinners, youth trips, or growing up where everyone seemed to know my name before I knew theirs. I could talk about the expectations that came with being the preacher's kid or the unforgettable personalities who filled the churches where I grew up. Every one of those stories would be true, but none of them would tell the whole story. The real story is not simply about growing up in church. It is about how those experiences quietly shaped the person I would eventually become.

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EDGE UMC is a US 501 (c)(3) public charity, EIN#59-0900989 Contributions to Edge UMC  by individuals, corporations, and foundations are tax deductible to the fullest extent of the law. 

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