I saw the most disturbing film a couple of weeks ago. It was about a young woman in England who was found in her apartment YEARS after she had passed away. Her tv was still on, and no one ever stopped by. The question of course is how in the world could something like this happen? I’m sure you have at least thought about how interactions with neighbors happen less and less in our culture. Do you know your neighbors names? Technology makes it’ so easy to send a text to a friend instead of making a point to see them in person from time to time. But even given all of that, how in the world could a woman who one had friends die without anyone noticing? It seems like she was an orphan because she had mixed stories about her family and upbringing.
I don’t know, this really upset me. The movie is called Dreams Of A Life. Nobody noticed when Joyce Vincent died in her apartment above a shopping mall in North London in 2003. Would anyone miss you?
I remember one time in acting class we did an exercise and we had to sit in front of the class and answer really intimate questions. For some reason, everyone was willing. When it was my turn the instructor asked me, “Lezlie what is your greatest fear”? At the time my response was, “My greatest fear is me dying and no one knew I ever existed.” I don’t even know where that response came from, but that’s what came out.
I now know that I am loved, not only by God, but also by the people He has surrounded me with. And I know that I at least existed to them. Hey, do me a favor though. The next time you pass your neighbor or co-worker that you usually ignore, stop and say hello to them. Really get to know something about them. You never know if the person next to you needs a simple acknowledgement that their existence matters.