Giving rightly is challenging. Perhaps simply avoiding selecting is a good solution. Conventional common sense does not necessarily hold true just when there is a sudden dire hardship.
Giving is the greatest gift. People’s fates will give us the opportunity to receive that kind of gift.
There is no measure, only sentiment and connection.
It makes no difference if it’s half a loaf of bread to appease hunger, or a baby-stroller long yearned for. It doesn’t matter if it’s to shovel the backyard for potatoes for winter, or if it’s a hospital in Mumbai. Giving is teaching: from the one who accepts.
Intertwining stories, ticking clocks observed together.
Initially, my hands trembled. Now, my heart does too. I understand now.
I have stories…
In London I met that little girl: curly, brown hair, dark, smart eyes, a tiny bag with ladybird figures on it, and amazing rainbow pants. She was about 6 years old, like my eldest daughter at that time.
She lightly bumped into me, then fell. It was a rather peculiar fall, and even more peculiar the way she got up. Perplexed, I offered my hand, but she didn’t accept it. She started to laugh heartily and said: “whoaaaaa, I have Duchene, I am going to die”, then turned around, and clung to a woman. She was her mother, who whispered to her: “shush, oh, God, don’t say such things, tomorrow is the examination…” and I heard no more.
Her painful voice and her look burned in to my memory.
Google, articles, websites right away at the airport…
It hurt inexpressibly.
Later at home I found their community. Since then I keep receiving gifts from them. And I will for a very long time.
And you? Do you also have a story? Send your story to firstname.lastname@example.org
Tibor Jakabovics, Founder