During the year I ask my family to do some sort of volunteer activity with me, and I’m always impressed at who steps up, time after time. This weekend I spent two days collecting donated shoes at a mud run (yep…) for impoverished nations, and as much as my back is yelling at me (I’m old), I’m thrilled with the outcome. (2000+ pairs of shoes on their way to people who otherwise wouldn’t have any.)
I’m even more thrilled, though, at my family’s collective attitude. In a world where the #selfie is front and center, I’m so glad to be surrounded by people who love to give back and don’t have to be asked twice to show up to help me do something. (If you’re a good friend of mine and you’re reading this, you got off easy this time!)
The sweetest moment was on Saturday when a little boy saw his mom donating her shoes and was upset because he wanted to donate his, too. She explained to him that he wouldn’t get them back, and he insisted on putting his on the table. For someone who is only 3 years old to have that big of a heart made me so happy.
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