To give or not to give, that is the question

It’s crazy what us as humans take for granted in life. So many people I know don’t even try to have kids, and end up pregnant. Then the families that try for years end up without a baby for a long time, and may never end up having one.

So many people take what they’re given in life for the rule, not the exception. I realize around me the gifts I’ve been given, like common sense, empathy, kindness, and logical thinking. Not everyone has those traits. Being grateful for things like these gets more and more realistic every day. I never realized my parents taught me what they did, until I dug up my head from the sand and looked around. I didn’t realize that I was the rare person, rather than the norm.

Now I’m in no way being conceited as I write this entry. I’m no where near perfect. I just thought everyone was being taught what I was everyday.

I will help my competitors versus bring them down, I will lend a hand to maybe those who don’t need it. Not because I gain anything, but just because I want to be helpful. That’s my overall mission in life is to help others and teach others all the tricks I’ve learned in life to work smarter not harder.

Sometimes it’s smacks me in the face when I help people and they take advantage of me, but that’s their problem not mine. I go to sleep at night satisfied that I did everything I could today. I don’t regret anything, even if it’s giving a guy asking at the gas station my last $5.

I used to say let me buy you food. Now I just think, the $5 is in their power. They will do what they will with it. Hopefully my kindness will show them not to spend it on bad things that makes their situation worse, but that’s not my problem. That’s something they have to live with. Did I make their situation worse? No, they did.

I will never stop being kind, it’s how I was raised. It’s up to the people that receive the kindness on what to do with it.

Logically, my brain says don’t give the man $5, he’ll spend it on alcohol or drugs rather than his next meal. Buy my heart says God will lead him, and it’ll either be to rock bottom to save himself, or on the path to recovery. That’s for him to decide. Until then, I’ll keep holding doors open, and try to donate when I can.