How One Praise

Abraham Lincoln was known for his kindness toward others, how he pardoned so many men, even on the day he died, always looking for ways to explain a soldier’s misbehavior. Desertion, for example, he viewed as acute homesickness that just couldn’t be helped, often exasperating Edwin Stanton, his stern Secretary of War.

Despite the dire circumstances of the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln clearly understood the frailty of humanity more than most.

“Every one likes a compliment,” Lincoln observed; everyone needs praise for the work they are doing. Frequently, he penned handwritten notes to his colleagues, extending his gratitude for their actions…Leadership in Turbulent Times…page 224

I so get this, agreeing wholeheartedly how important it is to bestow a kind word.

I know when one comes my way, the difference it makes, like sun suddenly shining on my shoulders. One walks a little taller when they’re noticed, feeling more valued in the world.

What troubles me is how rare praise has become. Why is that? Too busy with social media to take the time perhaps?

Lincoln died in 1865, 153 years ago, yet I still pen that handwritten note the way he did, making my words more felt and tangible when held in one’s hand.

I don’t get many, but send them just the same. A friend chided me recently for what I spend on cards and postage. She’s cheap by nature so I can’t expect her to understand the goodness of it, for the receiver as well as the sender.

Wouldn’t it be great to have a Lincoln of our very own, not just one to read about and remember?

They say history repeats itself.

We can only hope.    

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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15 Responses to How One Praise

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I once had a cousin laugh at the fact that I sent thank you notes to my aunts. What’s funny is that it was one of my uppity proper cousins.
    I agree wholeheartedly that a sincere compliment brings a ray of sunshine each time it is remembered. Just as hurtful words can reverberate for a lifetime, a compliment can also linger.

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  2. We need more kindness. I recently commented to a woman at the gym that she always looks fabulous when she leaves. She takes a shower, washing and drying her hair and crawls into business clothes (no worn jeans). It’s not easy at a gym without a proper hair dryer and lighting. I will never forget how she lit up and told how great it was to hear that. Perhaps she was on the cusp of giving up exercising because it was so much work and I helped encourage it. Anyway, I felt as good as she did. I’d love to flush out those cranky old men in our government and only allow people who know how to be kind.

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  3. robprice59 says:

    Gratitude is NOT as sign of weakness. It costs so little, yet means so much. Even to the most parsimonious, that has to be good economics.

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  4. Handwritten notes are so meaningful, partially because they are so rare these days. It’s a great habit to have. My former boss was great about that too, writing notes of thanks for many little things. It means a lot. Your notes mean a lot, I know.

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    • Yeah, I’ll be a note sender till I take my last breath, even if it will cost me friends. I’ll never get cheapness. If I have a dime, I’ll happily give you a nickel. Sending a card or a note, finding one nesting in your mailbox, is the nicest thing. Now if I’m lucky, I get cyber cards…WHICH I HATE. Just say…I’M LAZY AND YOU’RE NOT WORTH THE PRICE OF A STAMP. Sigh

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  5. Your notes must be fabulous, and I know people enjoy getting them. Mine are different I do not send hand-written notes to anyone. Not ever! My handwriting is so terrible that I can’t read it myself when it is 15 minutes cold. Instead, I craft a note as carefully as I can, trusting that the words will convey my sentiments. I put as much love and care in a typed message as others do on paper. I realize that just isn’t good enough for some, but it’s all I can do. I just had an idea. Maybe I could type a note and hire neighbor Logan to write it out! It might look a bit childish, but it would probably be readable.

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  6. Eilene Lyon says:

    Yes to this! Kind words make the world a nicer place. I, too, send handwritten thanks, but still not as often as I should. Always a surprise and thrill when I receive one!

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  7. Good for you! I have done that many times in my life and it is appreciated.
    People love that brief small recognition of their well-done efforts.
    Scott

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