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Quoting Esalota:
Giver. Ask the folks I work with. LOL!
I've spent 15 years working in animal rescue, and along the way, rescued a few humans.
If I have something and I know someone really liked it and would appreciate it, I'd give it to them.
My favorite thing to do is when I am in a restaurant, and I see an older couple, or someone by themselves, I'll get the waitress or waiter to get the check and tell them to tell that person Santa said Merry Christmas. No matter what time of year it is.
One of my fondest memories is from years ago, I stopped at a flower vendor on the corner and bought myself a bunch of flowers, it was a rotten day, work hours got cut back, and everything that could go wrong did, I was walking to the bus stop, and had to pass a golden age apartment, on the bench in front was a little old lady, she looked so sad and lost. I walked up to her, gave her the flowers and she gave me a hug. Her smile brighten my day and lifted my heart. I saw her every day, and always sat and chatted for a bit after that, until one day she wasn't there.
To be a giver doesn't mean you have to be able to give big items or lots of money, just a bit of yourself.
Oh, and I have always felt awkward when folks do nice things for me. It just seems unnatural to be on the receiving end.
Giver. Ask the folks I work with. LOL!
I've spent 15 years working in animal rescue, and along the way, rescued a few humans.
If I have something and I know someone really liked it and would appreciate it, I'd give it to them.
My favorite thing to do is when I am in a restaurant, and I see an older couple, or someone by themselves, I'll get the waitress or waiter to get the check and tell them to tell that person Santa said Merry Christmas. No matter what time of year it is.
One of my fondest memories is from years ago, I stopped at a flower vendor on the corner and bought myself a bunch of flowers, it was a rotten day, work hours got cut back, and everything that could go wrong did, I was walking to the bus stop, and had to pass a golden age apartment, on the bench in front was a little old lady, she looked so sad and lost. I walked up to her, gave her the flowers and she gave me a hug. Her smile brighten my day and lifted my heart. I saw her every day, and always sat and chatted for a bit after that, until one day she wasn't there.
To be a giver doesn't mean you have to be able to give big items or lots of money, just a bit of yourself.
Oh, and I have always felt awkward when folks do nice things for me. It just seems unnatural to be on the receiving end.
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