My mom will tell you that I was born this way. Born with a heart bigger than my head.
When I was little, a friend’s family experienced a house fire that took everything they had. When I found out, I immediately went to my bedroom and pulled every last piece of clothing I could reach down from their hangers and out of the drawers, and put them in my Barbie suitcase. My mom asked what I was doing. I told her that no one should ever have to go without clothes and that my friend needed my clothes more than I did right now.
I told her I could just wear my NKOTB outfit to school everyday.
Mom has a lot of stories like that one – from my infant years through last week. She thinks I was born a giver. A carer. A do-gooder, as I call it. I suppose it’s possible… that I was genetically predispositioned to give. But I think it’s something more.
My motivation to give back comes from the role models and fine examples of do-goodery I have in life. I was raised in a huge family that always helped other people. Family members went out on a limb to help other family members. My grandma volunteered at a hospital. My mom is a natural born caregiver and my dad rescued people from fires for a living. My sisters are nurses. My brother, a soldier.
I was (and still am) surrounded by people who give with everything they’ve got…. because they have more than enough love to go around. They taught me giving is the language of love and have taught me:
- Blessings are meant to be shared.
- Giving even a little makes a huge impact on others.
- Do-goodery allows you to give something away without feeling like you have less of what you started with.
So tell me…
I want to know. Sound off in the comments below!
This post is part of 25-Days of Do-Goodery… a month-long celebration of doing good, giving back, and making this world a better place. To learn more about #25DDG, click here!