I read this story where this child always noticed that their neighbors would request something from their mother from time to time maybe it will would be milk or cream, or it would meat or poultry and in in return every so often the child’s mother would request something from them but it was always something like salt or pepper. When the child asks why does our neighbor ask for stuff the mother said sometimes people cannot afford certain things and it our job as neighbors to help, the reason I ask them for pepper or salt is because it is inexpensive I want our neighbors to feel like they are wanted and needed as well. Although my reiteration of the story is not quite as beautiful as it was read when I first saw the story. It is safe to say the story is simple and sweet. People want to feel they are needed, loved and appreciated. This is such a small ask of anyone. Help Thy Neighbor, it is not just words to those that live at our side our neighbors is each person that passes by. The item you give your neighbor out in the world could be maybe your last 5 dollars or even a slice of pizza. It’s a small gesture that means nothing to you, but means the world to the person. You are giving them what they can not provide for them selves. A since of love, nourishment. Your act of kindness just let them know that there is a person in the world that values their existence. To spend our lives doing acts of kindness, being charitable. Maybe it is small acts of kindness and charity that lead to saintly hood. I don’t know, I have never met a saint. Speaking for myself, I am no saint. Like anyone else in this world I have lived life. I partied, when through that stage of life where it was nothing but one night stands and moments in my life where the mere thought of a possible child was in the air. The only way to live life is to experience it. Road I took may not be the one you want to take. But looking back I wish I would have slowed down not have been that guy that is so quick to grow up. Instead of being a wreck less child I wish I would have taken the time to live some what righteously and spend time valuing and caring for those that were around me. Some people may refer to me as a dreamer, They may be right. This I do know every time I walk out my door and I walk the streets of my hometown, I see homeless people, people that are hurt, in pain and feeding their addiction to either drugs or alcohol to numb their pain because they’re hurt. Each night they curl up into a store front walk way, wear the same dirty clothes, cover up to keep warm with the same dirty blanket to wake up each morning to see their reflection in the window, reminding them they are at their lowest, so they talk to themselves, they lie to themselves, they lie to the world to justify the craziness of the life in which their living to give them peace of mind. People depend on our genuine appreciation for them, our acts of kindness. For those that took the time to read this post, I thank you.
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