What makes someone want to help another? I think it is the human nature (as a whole) to do good. Helping someone no matter how small, makes the helped and helper feel good.
Since Vickie headed up the Benefit for Megan the other night I have been thinking how nice it was. I don’t think it is a secret, but I hear the amount will exceed $5,000. That is a good deed.
I haven’t done it often, but I used to stop and help with a flat tire on the road. Some of you (maybe two) remember helping someone push a car to get it started. LOL.
There are a lot of charities asking for money, I have given, but seldom do anymore, unless I know something about the group (‘nuf said there). I prefer to see where the gift is going.
Ever heard of the “JPD Warrior Project http://www.jpdwarrior.com/ ”? Started in memory of a suicide, the project has a goal to help those who are suicidal. I mention this because our friends Mel and Slim (& Family) up in Wisconsin are very active in that cause. Since Justin Donner liked to fish and spend time with his friends before he took his life, the group has a ‘Fisheree’ every year to raise money and awareness of the problems facing the suicidal and their families.
I like to hear of folks like Betty out on the OTHER coast. She speaks of assisting in feeding the homeless and less fortunate.
Paula has a knack of finding things lost, is that a good deed or what!
Some folk I know have a knack of cheering people on and upward. Chatty, Jimmy, Ken, Ma, Louis, Shirl, and many others do this daily, weekly or very often.
Once Sherry, the boys and I lived in a converted chicken house in Missouri. I was trying to give us a little more room on an open back porch. I looked up from flooring and saw a man I did not know and he said, “I have nose problems……. in other words I’m nosey, what are you doing?” I told him. He was a neighbor down the street and gave me enough windows to glass the back porch in. What a nice guy.
Once pulling into a truck stop for BoJangles Chicken we passed an old black man with two BIG plastic bags of aluminum cans. Of course he was planning to sell them.
Upon leaving the building I saw the poor guy out in the parking lot picking up the cans. I ran out and helped him pick them up. They were now flat. I asked, “Man, how did this terrible thing happen?”
He was smiling, “It ain’t a terrible thing, the truck driver axe me did I want him to run over them and I said yes they would be easier to carry that way. So he done done me a good enough deed.”
We got them back in the sack and I left thinking how happy the old man was to get his cans crushed.
Thanks for coming this way.
It is good to do a good deed every day when you can.
Shirl took us to an auto consignment place. She had to adjust the points on this one.