I feel somewhat proud of myself, and feel like I’m obligated to share:
Me, being nothing more than a mere lowly, suburban teenager, assisted a crippled man. I’d wager to say that he was in his early thirties, and could barely use his legs. He had a young wife, who was carrying an infant child. The steps to the Chili’s restaurant were daunting for him, at least five tall steps, and his lack of any means of support except a railing. His affliction appeared to be an inability to bend his kneecaps, or anything below the waste.
The handicapped ramp was too steep for him to utilize, so I offered my assistance. Thus, I escorted the humble man up the trip of stairs and into the building. He complimented me generously and we departed ways.
I feel that somehow, tonight, I justified my existence. Given that times have been down lately, I feel proud that I did something completely wholesome and un-selfish, as cliche as it might seem.
Though I may not have vanquished world hunger, or developed a cure for AIDs, at least I did something right.
I’ve done that kind of thing in the past: Make you feel real good, huh?
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It should.
I felt very good about helping others in that kind of situation, and now that I have physical problems of my own, I see people offering their assistance.
The fact that you are a teenager makes this all the more touching. So many people, especially teenagers, are too self-absorbed to be altruistic. Your parents have done well in raising you, and you have done well in being raised. I’ve no doubt such behavior will become habit with you, and you’ll have a life full of granting such kindnesses to your fellow humans.
Not only should you feel proud of yourself, keep in mind that it never hurts to make deposits in the First Metaphysical Bank of Karma.
I was reading a book of poems last night and I came across this poem and it made me think of this thread. I thought I might try contributing something that might be interesting or useful for once. So I searched it and linked it. I’m so proud of myself.