The day I gave the little I had
A little background…
A few years ago I was really struggling. I was smack dab in the middle of getting my bachelors degree. I was working full time at a bank, and my plate was overflowing with homework and obligations. Needless to say, I was pretty stressed out. I was being paid barely enough to get by. Like most college students, I was living off of ramen and coffee. On top of that, I was forced into moving into a new home, and my friends graciously offered their houses to me for the summer.
I was low on money. I was low on confidence and I was low on strength.
One morning after volunteering for an event my psychology class held, I went to buy some groceries. I spent a fraction of the little money I had.
I bought two bags worth of cheap groceries to get me by for the next two weeks. At this time in my life it was difficult to spend money on food because I had so many more important things to spend money on. I needed to buy textbooks, parking passes for school, and gas for my car. I needed to feed my dog.
The one thing I could spend less on was food for me, because I could eat less food, (or at least really cheap food). Was I hungry? Yes, but I was surviving. I don’t recommend doing this if you have a choice, but I’ll eat less before I start rationing my dogs food. Pups gotta eat, you know?
So I left the grocery store and started driving.
When I learned a valuable lesson…
I stopped at a red light, and I looked to my left and saw a homeless woman, begging. I didn’t have any cash to give her, but I did have groceries, so I rolled down my window and offered my groceries.
This poor woman achingly got to her feet, took my groceries, and thanked me. She hadn’t had breakfast yet that day. It was past lunch time.
The light turned green, I rolled up my window and drove away.
I remember distinctly what she looked like. She was wearing tattered clothing and shoes. She had few teeth and her skin was tanned into leather from the sun, and she had one small bag with her that held her few belongings.
That’s all she had.
Here come the tears…
Unexpectedly, I started to cry. I was ugly crying so hard I couldn’t see through my tears. I pulled over, and complete sorrow took over me.
How did I get so lucky? I am so incredibly fortunate. I have everything I could ever want and need. I’m going to school, and I have a full time job. I have a car and a dog that I’m able to take care of and pay for. I have friends willing to house me during my times of need.
This woman had nothing.
She was so thin I could see her bones through her baggy tattered clothes.
She had nothing, and I had everything.
I had enough food to keep me alive, and had a dad that would save the day if I asked him. I was getting an education to better my life.
And she didn’t have breakfast.
I became far more grateful that day.
Although that summer was a time in my life where I had less than I wanted, I still had everything.
I learned one of the most valuable lessons of my life that day.
No matter how much you’ve lost, there will always be someone that is grateful with less.
No matter how bad you think you have it, you have so much to be grateful for.
Be so fucking grateful that you explode from the happiness. Wherever you are in life, however much money you have…always be grateful for what you do have.
The most honorable and gracious thing you can do, is to give to someone who has less…even when you have little to give.
What have you done to give?
What are your thoughts?
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