Pay it forward

If you are among the lucky you should pay it forward.  I am not suggesting handouts to a homeless person (unless you are giving out leftover food, which I totally advocate).  I am talking about real time devoted to people who are less fortunate than you are.

I am not here to tell you about my charity work, though I do devote my time weekly to people in need.  I am suggesting that you take some of your own precious time and talent and help someone else.

Here are some ways to help people:

Volunteer at holiday time to work feeding the homeless at a restaurant (City Hall does a great Christmas dinner, with gifts galore for the children),

Work at a nyrrc race handing out goody bags or signing people up, or even handing out water or Gatorade at rest stations,

Be a Big Brother or Sister to children who need love and attention,

Walk in the AIDS walk or partake in another race for charity, like breast cancer,

Help a blind person cross the street at a busy intersection,

Assist a mom or nanny who is struggling with a baby stroller on the subway stairs,

Make a charitable donation to a public school or a hospital if you can afford it,

Train your dog and do hospital visits with him or her,

Deliver or pack meals for sick people who cannot cook for themselves,

Give blood and donate your organs when you’re gone.

Contact local not for profits and ask if you can be of service.  If you have specific skills let them know so they can utilize you in the most effective way.

If you have children, involve them.  Teaching them young and making this a part of their every day lives will be invaluable for them as they grow and move through life.

I am not suggesting that you will secure a place in Heaven (though maybe you will — I personally don’t believe in that stuff, unless it involves coming back as a cow or a frog possibly).

What I am saying is that if you are blessed you should be grateful and pay it forward.

Gotta go.  Off to my weekly volunteer job.


About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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