“Improvement begins with I.”
– Arnold Glasow
I wonder sometimes if my generosity stops at the end of my pen.
When the ink hits the check and a little bit of money flows out of my account into the hands of a charity, do I bother to think about where it goes? Do I know the name of anyone I helped when I wrote that check?
I wonder sometimes if the gifts I give aren’t really gifts at all.
Is the five minutes I spend in the store enough to really find something someone wants? How many times have I bought a present for someone because I liked it, without giving much regard to what that person needs or wants? Do I expect a thanks or appreciation for my gifts?
I wonder sometimes if I’m missing the point.
Isn’t the point of Christmas to not think of myself? Are other people worth the time to pick out a gift that shows that they matter? Are they worth more than a gift?
Whatever the answers, it’s worth trying to remove the “I” from generos_ty and see what happens.
Today’s gift of time … Mailed a card to a friend in rehab.