Realizing The Gift
As much as I’ve had times in my life in which I’ve selfishly kept my knowledge to myself, or selfishly kept my assistance to myself, I have finally learned that one of my gifts is being able to help and being willing to help. Helping people energizes me. I don’t know why. I can hardly explain it. I just know that it is. I’ve often felt overly blessed, overly fortunate. I’ve felt like a person who suffers from a cup that is always running over. I guess that’s one of the reasons that I like sharing. But in the past, I’d become disgusted with people who didn’t want to help others. I’d been become angry with people who clearly had knowledge and didn’t want to share or mentor anyone. I’ve since come to realize that though a person may have the knowledge, it is not necessarily within their spirit to share. Perhaps it should be, but it isn’t.
Today, I accept my gift of giving, of sharing, of mentoring, of teaching. It is who I am. No more than a zebra can remove his stripes, I cannot be a person who doesn’t help. That’s simply not who I am. I thank the creator for allowing me to realize the gift.
Peace and love,