A few years ago I had a disaster, and I’ve spent the past several years translating and retranslating reality…

but my generosity seems to be invisible. People don’t give the benefit of the doubt. My cousin actually told me I was self-centered, and all about myself….

She must have missed the 3 years I spent taking care of my grandmother, the nights I sent my sister to bed and took the beatings (all sis knows is that “I was always violent”), the time I’ve spent working with children, at the shelter, and refugees, the contributions to church pot lucks, the babysitting services and hands-on help, the financial gifts, the time I’ve spent with families I’ve adopted….

Then I realize, I’ve never advertised any of it. Of course she thinks I’m selfish. But it hurts.

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Be generous. Always.

I thought about that recently in a post I linked to below titled “Saint Anonymous.” I am a generous person, I believe. Not because of a particular faith or belief, but because generosity has always seemed like the right way to live. I say Thank You whenever I can, and I mean it. It gets on people’s nerves sometimes, and I get the cold stares, but I won’t give it up. I’m not looking for props or affirmation. I’m just trying to express gratitude. Old school, maybe, but at 40, it’s the way I am and the way I will be.

Dr. Greene is a smart guy . . .

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