The Givers

My father told me when I was young that the world was divided into givers and takers.  He reminded me when I was acting like a taker.   I'm sure that he had to remind me more than once. 

I've always admired those who are born givers.  They get very excited to give.  They reach out and help where they see a need.  They see those needs before we do.  They seem to spend their lives looking for ways to help others.  They always give the perfect presents. You know a few of these people.  We all do.  God bless them.  

Then there are the givers who give above and beyond there ability at every chance they get.  Their generosity is relentless and sweet and you just want to hug them as they always know how to make you feel special.   They fill me with admiration and awe.  They are never takers. 

Then there are those magical people who always give you just the thing that you were going to get yourself.  They are thoughtful not only in their generosity but in how they know us. How did she know me that well?  How could they find such a perfect gift? My mom is like this. 

Givers are always noticed. Whether dropping things off for friends in the hospital, or calling, writing, gracing others with your strength, kindness, generosity and humanity.  Please don't think that it goes unnoticed or unappreciated, it does not.  Sometimes words of thanks travel more slowly than expected.  

When you pick up the phone, shop for a friend, pass along a book, a care donation, or a flower, you are not just showing love, you are delivering hope.  We all feel hope that old friends have not forgotten us, that new friends haven't lost patience with us.  We hope that our children have high quality loving and reliable friends.  We hope that our children's teachers, coaches, guidance counselors, mentors realize what a tough time our children are enduring and give them extra love and attention.  Even though we hope for these things, we understand that others have struggles, too, and they don't always have the extra time and space to give.   A little bit of hope goes a long way. 

My guess is that you are a giver.  You have given me your words, kindness, generosity, support and thoughtfulness.  You are s showing support by reading this. You have given me hope that there are many beautiful people in the world.  You have given me a list of people for whom I would do anything. 

Thank you for being a giver.  You have made an enormous difference in my life. Your efforts create joy.  Joy engenders happiness and love.  Happiness and love heal bodies and souls.  

If your body and soul need healing, look for the givers around you.  Find your own chance to give, it will help release endorphins according to the Cleveland Clinic (reference below) and make you feel proud. 

Give joy, receive joy to help heal. 

Thank you for helping me heal.  I look forward to helping you heal the first chance I get.  

https://health.clevelandclinic.org/why-giving-is-good-for-your-health/

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