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Are we all selling something?  I’m serious here.  To each other, are we all in the process of selling some theory, some idea, some sense of who we are, some promise?  Are we ever sincere?  Is the Person out there in the world the real Me, or is it someone I’m trying to project, to emulate, to be other than me?

Is everything a sales pitch—our friendships, our jokes, our kindness, our abilities, our goody-two-shoeness (is that even a word)?

It just seems sometimes as if everybody’s got an angle.

I have a friend with Parkinson’s Disease.  It is debilitating.  It is painful to watch.  I watch daily as his speech, his balance, and his mind deteriorate.  I know of a product that I have come to believe could truly help him.  The product is all natural.  It has been the focus of major peer-reviewed university studies.  There are testimonials by people—people with Parkinson’s—who have had their lives changed by the product.  I have sent his wife some information about it, but have received no response.   Do I push this?  I want to.  But, here’s the catch:

I’m a distributor of the product.

If I tell him about it, will he think I just want to make a buck?  Even if I tell him that he can purchase it from another distributor, will I still run the risk of him thinking I’m selling something?

I hate—absolutely hate—anything that smacks of sales.  Multi-level marketing, telemarketing , no thank you!  I’ve never been involved in sales, never wanted anything to do with them.  I don’t like car salesmen, insurance salesmen, Amway salesmen, even men’s suit salesmen.  I am sorry if I offend anyone here, but I just have this knee-jerk reaction to anyone who’s trying to sell me something.

Question:  If I had this disease, would I welcome the idea of a product that might help?  Would I welcome the idea from someone who was selling that same product?

Or do I just do nothing?  Stay uninvolved.  Sit back and let people take care of their own lives.  I’ve come to a sort of conclusion that most people would rather listen to someone in a lab coat than to take control of their own health,  so perhaps I should just leave the advice to the more qualified, medical doctors.

I have a wonderful friend whose daughter had cancer.  I had heard about a different product out of Canada that had phenomenal results with cancer patients, but I hesitated in telling this friend about it.  I wasn’t selling it, had nothing to gain.  And yet, I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of flake, some kind of new-agey, health-food, macrobiotic fanatic.  I did eventually tell her about the product; they used it; her daughter is now cancer free.  I have no idea why this girl is cancer free—whether chemotherapy eradicated the disease, whether the continuous prayers circulating around her were answered, whether the product I recommended made the difference, or whether the Sovereign God just said “No.  Not yet.  Not now.”

So, the question is, do we withhold information we feel might help?  And would we withhold that information because of ego?  I’d like to deny that ego is a factor, but I’m afraid I cannot.  Do we withhold information because of fear of how we might be perceived?  I mean, what if we are seen as selling something!

Of course, as Martin Luther King said. “The Hottest Place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.”

There is a bridge out there.  A rickety one that we have to make a conscious decision to cross over from our safe haven.  I just sometimes feel it is easier to stay on this side.

So, I don’t have the answer.   All I do know is that I have a friend.  A friend who needs a treatment.  A friend who can’t remember, who can’t speak with clarity, who can’t walk across a room.

I have a friend…