Sunday, October 12, 2008

about philanthropy.........

I just saw a video called How cool...
posted by ~:*:*:Pixie:*:*:~ at SylphNascency, and it moved me to write this blog because the video reminded me that this is what its all about.
Helping others less fortunate.
Thats what I love about my Pixie because shes an inspiration for us all to start giving, give till it hurts.
All my life i've tried to live by this rule. (which is probably why I dont have much) Its a good one. It works because its real. Sometimes when you give, you have to go without things that you really enjoy, but, like the guy in the video said, the feeling you get when you see how happy you made someones life is PRICELESS!!
So........ I am asking all of you to please, please, do something nice for someone today.
It doesnt have to be alot.
Just try it.
You will see what a difference there is.
I want to leave you with a lil story that has always stuck in my mind since I was young.
My great grandma used to live in a lil town called Superior.
Behind her house she had chicken coops and would go out and feed them.
Of course I always wanted to see the chickens and help so sometimes she would let me, (she was a very independent crabby, almost mean kinda woman) but sometimes she would say no.
The times that she would say no, I noticed that she was carrying people food out to the chicken coops.
Nobody dared ask her why because in those days, you didnt question grown ups.
But being the hyper curious lad that I was, I had to investigate. So I snuck out after her, dodging behind trees, spying on gramma........
she went further back behind the chicken coops , she even went past the garbage cans where, in those days you burned your garbage, behind the fence, where the railroad tracks were.
And there she was, my gramma, feeding 3 "hobos".
Right at that moment she saw me and "shooed" me with her hand to go back inside. Which I immediately did.
But I waited till she got back to ask her why she was feeding these bums.
She gave me a half cross and half calm look (if thats even possible and it was) and she said......
"Because one of them is Jesus"

And at that very moment I wanted to be more like gramma.

peace and love


~:*:*:Pixie:*:*:~ said...


You, Mr. Z, are one of the most generous, compassionate and non-judgmental people walking this earth.

I think that is why you are able to see beauty and feel love so deeply... you do not have scales on your eyes.

I watched you leave for work this morning in a rush because the people who were supposed to be there already, one of which is habitually absent, didn't show. You were still smiling... your only concern was getting the salon open... and not an angry word... you were focused on the 'duty' at hand and not placing blame for your inconvenience... and I wonder if you even considered it an inconvenience?

You were just doing what you have to do... as usual... as always.

And I love you for you nature... one of the infinite number of parts of you that I love.

Your gramma was very, very wise. It must be genetic.

~:*:*:Pixie:*:*:~ said...

PS... you make a mean pot of coffee too. ;)

Anonymous said...

I love your Gramma...

MarmiteToasty said...

I to love your grannie... and if you are a shadow of her then that love jumps to you also..


woodsong said...

The highest praise, the greatest reward one can receive is to hear those words, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."

We earned that in these moments when our human selves drop away and the divine shines through, to feed the "bum" and teach the child. One of the bums may have been Jeasus; but, in that moment, so was your great grandmother.