Even as a child, I was always a giver. It was ingrained into me from a young age from my mother, “Why get fat by eating it all by yourself, when you can share it around and not be fat?”. With that mentality, I would share whatever snacks or food I had with others, I felt extremely uncomfortable to be the only one eating. If no one else was eating, I didn’t want to eat. It made me feel like a little selfish pig and gave me this really guilty feeling. I am not saying that is a healthy thing to have! Now, I am almost the opposite, I can’t stand the sound of people chewing or eating really loudly, it’s so off-putting and distracting. But I do still like to bring food to share and to give to others…
Not trying to say I am a saint or anything, but when I was younger I was sympathetic the beggars I saw on the street, despite not having money, I would try to give them something useful like food or a pocket hand warmer… When I finally had a job in university, on my 22nd birthday, I remember signing up to sponsor a child in Africa who had the same birthday as me. Despite sponsoring her for many years and receiving the periodic update letters from her, I never responded to a single one. I was like an anonymous sponsee that never seemed to have time to write a letter to someone I didn’t know.
One day, my brother told me, instead of just throwing money to random organisations and where the money goes into paying for the staff working in the organisation in a place far away. What about instead of focussing on the people across the world, what about the people around you? This led me into a phase where I was trying to find the right place to volunteer and tried all these different places. I felt while the work I did there was alright for the moment, I felt there was so much more potentially that I could do. There was so much I wanted to do, but so little time. I loved animals, I loved kids, I cared about the disadvantaged, people with disabilities, the medically sick…I wanted to go on medical mission trips across the world and help people in development countries, myself. That was my dream, I do still hope to do that someday. But reality hits, this all needs money. It doesn’t come for free…to get there I need to study hard to get into the degree, I need to get experience, and become qualified. I guess you can call it perhaps my calling in life for the desire to help others and to give.
It’s not always just about giving money, but thinking what can you actually DO and just to be kind to those around you, even if they are hard to love. Be wise with where you invest your money and time and don’t just throw it around blindly, also don’t just keep all the money for yourself!