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Bragging Rights

This is as much as I am going to brag: I help people. The end.

Me, my friends and my family do this quite often...reach out whenever we can and just do things then hope for the better. We don't keep count and say we have helped blah blah blah blah blah blah....so that we can list it down and boast about it later. I mean, if you've done your part, then be happy about it and forget about it. Maybe not FORGET about it but....you know, let it be. You've done your part, right? Let the other person (the person you've help) do their part and the Universal law of life will come into play.

So, when someone tells me about how he's helped someone else find a son to adopt, how he's found a job for someone else, and then funded blah blah blah.....ya ya ya....

In my head, I went like 'You're keeping count??!!'

I don't know. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just weird or something. Maybe I'm forgetful or I don't care. But if I don't, why do I do the things that I do.

Oh.....right. That smile.I do it for that smile. Damn I'm selfish. The man who wrote the list down? He's probably gloating too but at least he has a list. I'm silly to be gloating because of a silly smile.
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shanaz@RS said…
Goodness, I hope the list bragger is not a help-giver addict. The world sure needs less of those types! Kidding! =)
April 13, 2011 at 10:52 PM
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