RE: Is generosity a teachable trait?
Awesome post - thank you!
And yes, it can be taught, as my parents modeled this for me and my sisters growing up. We all not only donated money or goods, but our time and talents, and it has always come back to us in amazing and wonderful ways.
And yeah, sometimes someone takes advantage, but so what? I've given gas money to a lot of people over the years, and statistics alone says that a few were likely playing me. If I really helped one person who was truly in need, I'm okay with being played by one or more who weren't, because maybe they'll be moved at some point to pay it forward, and to help someone else.
But then there was the one night where I just suddenly had to go to the store, despite not really needing what I was going to get until the next day, but I had this wild hare that I had to do it tonight. Now. Despite it already being late.
So I went, got what I needed, and on the way back to my car, I was approached by a young woman who was clearly distraught, trying to get gas money to get to her mom in Knoxville.
She had just run out of her abusive relationship, had her two little kids with her in the car, with pretty much nothing but the clothes on their backs. She didn't have enough gas to get across town, much less to Knoxville, so I had her follow me to the gas station next door, put more than enough fuel in her tank, and gave her what little cash I had on me.
Was she playing me? I'd bet cash money she was not.
I felt strongly that the reason I felt that I had to go to the store NOW was that I was being called to help her. And everything in me said that she was not acting, that her plight was real, and that her gratitude was real.
I pray that everything worked out well for them in the end.
Your kids are awesome, but you already know that. And they have an awesome mom. ;-)
wow!!!! thank you for sharing that! I love your heart! Don't you wish that you could have a peek into their lives... wonder what happened? Wonder if that was just the final piece of the puzzle for them?
so neat! I also pray that everything worked out for them! because now they've touched my life too! :)
I so appreciate your comment and your interaction with me :)
Any time. Always lovely to make the acquaintance of someone who actually thinks and considers their actions. ;-)
I was lucky, because my dad taught grade school in South Central L.A., and my mom really should have been a teacher, but she was a great teacher to us.
For all special occasions, be it Christmas, Easter or whatever, we would bake cookies or do crafts for my dad's students, and we would eat the broken cookies, while saving the "perfect" ones for his kids at school.
I remember my mom actually apologizing to my sister and I once, for us having to eat the broken cookies, but our attitude was that the broken cookies tasted just as good, and we knew that these kids had a much rougher life than we did. We were happy to give them the prettiest cookies we could manage to make, and proud of our ability to do so.
And one day, when we accompanied my mom, who was picking up my dad from school, and walking down the school hallway we were literally spat on by a group of kids because we were white, we didn't carry any animosity because of it.
Even at those ages, and we were probably around eight and twelve, we understood that, what was an anomaly for us, was daily life for these kids. We understood in a very real way that we were the lucky ones, and therefore, were happy to do what we could to make these kids' lives better, in whatever small ways we could.
We were also really lucky in that my dad had several close friends, including his mentor at the USC School of Music, who were black, highly successful, and willing to speak candidly about racial issues with us as kids. None of that "kids should be seen and not heard" crap in our house. We were expected to be polite and respectful, and not to speak out of turn, but we were encouraged to ask questions, and to be part of the conversation.
We learned a lot more than many of our peers as a result. And it stuck with all three of us, and informed our lives as adults.
Clearly, you are treating your kids with the same level of respect, and THAT is what is missing from most parenting. Kudos to you for recognizing your kids as the amazing beings that they are.
WOW. Your comments could be amazing posts!!!! (but i love them as amazing comments! hehehehe)
You've really lived a rich life and your parents blessed you with the opportunity to learn valuable concepts at such a young age! I'll need to follow you after this introduction!!! :)
Thanks again for being so willing to share your life!!! :)
Yeah, it's funny, I was just talking to my husband about this, and one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories is along these lines.
We were celebrating Thanksgiving with my in-laws, back when I was still married to my former spouse, and my sister-in-law and I were sent to the liquor store to get more wine and beer for the family.
On the way back, we spotted a man who appeared to be homeless, and Amanda said, "We have tons of food. I'd really like to fix this guy a plate, the full Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixings, and bring it back to him."
I thought it was a great idea, so we delivered the wine and beer, fixed the guy a full Thanksgiving dinner, complete with pie, and went back out to take it to him. And then couldn't find him.
I drove up and down the streets, trying to find the guy, and finally Amanda said, "Well, I guess we'll just give it to the next homeless person we come across."
At which point, we finally spotted the guy, and I pulled up next to him, so that we could deliver his dinner to him, complete with utensils.
I wish I could describe the look on the man's face, but my wordsmithing isn't up to the task. But he was clearly grateful, moved, and a bit overwhelmed that we would even bother.
We returned to her parents home, quiet and humbled.
This remains my single favorite Thanksgiving memory.
I'm serious... you need to post this! :) hehehehe I'm the only one who gets to hear these stories as I read my comments :)
I have a few similar stories.... of people who we still remember to this day after being able to touch their lives with a gift.
Isn't it so neat that we can still remember them! They aren't just tokenary actions - when you open your heart to loving people.. a really special connection is made.
it reminds me of that movie -Inside Out (isn't that what it was called? where all the emotions were characters inside the girl's head? hehehehe
but when a core memory is made... it's a special one!
we probably have a lot of core memories! :)
and i've also been on the receiving end! times where we needed help and there were people who blew us away with their love!
so cool to be on both sides :)
Absolutely true. Lovely to connect with you. ;-)
Okay, this thread finally inspired my Day 73 Daily Haiku, which you can find under the title "In Gifts from the Heart." ;-)
Thanks again for your post. Lovely and meaningful, and obviously, brought forth lots of good memories for me. ;-)