Hope for humanity…
During November, I wrote some hard posts about the children I knew from the projects. I gave you but one snapshot, one glimpse, into the life of a child born to poverty. Most people walk around behind rose-colored glasses and fail to see these children as anything more than burdens on our society. You know that’s the truth whether you want to admit it or not. There were years I started hating giving gifts at Christmas. That’s right. I felt like I was the only one in the entire world who looked at the wealth of others and started wondering if they saw how ridiculous it was.
Then, a few years ago, I started hearing about the secret lay-away “Santa” and I wrote about it. One of my friends saw, and became one. I started feeling better about things. Two years ago, I wrote about a man who saw my family in the grocery store, and perhaps it was because my husband I were being snippy about the price of things, but he kept listening to us. I felt a bit weird. I told my husband to keep it down. We went down another row, and the man approached. Now, I’m going to be honest. I thought this man needed money. I was wrong. You can read about here. But the funny thing was, I was prepared to help him. I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Last year, I wrote about giving a gift card to the homeless man on an extraordinarily cold day. Making eye contact, and him calling me friend was a good thing. Sometimes I don’t think I do enough good for this world. Other times, maybe the small things I do everyday do really matter in some small way. I know it’s a ripple effect and I have to be more conscious about it. I donate things all the time, but what I have not donated lately was my time. I was working with a group of people, and I need to call them again. It’s time to do something good for others.
Spread awesomeness:
