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Make a Small Difference Big

After going through the first day of a 21-day meditation challenge organized by Deepak Chopra (and heavily promoted by good friend, Oprah), I had the first notion of what makes me me. After all, they asked during the first session the most intense, complicated and hardest to answer question known to the Universe (without joking, OK? Hahaha)...i.e. Who am I?

Of course, in my head, I was joking around ah? 'Marsha la, who else, duh?' But you get swayed by the music and voice and things quieten down a little. You go, Whoa....OK, this is not a joke. OK. I answer. *Silence. Sound of crickets mating. Frogs croaking. Sound of raindrops.*

This is deep. Help. LOL...who the fcuk am I, really? hahaha. I think I need someone else to tell me.

But at the end of it, I guess the short answer would be 'someone who  can make a difference' or something to that effect. Don't let me bore you with what I found out about myself. Go do the 21-day challenge and find out more about yourself instead.

To me, to make a difference in this world means helping others who are less fortunate. So, after looking at some pictures ( heart-breaking) of what Typhoon Haiyan (I will joke about this a little later. Now is not the right time) did to Philippines, I went to Red Cross and donated whatever I could afford.

And then I looked at the pictures again and felt a little sad again. Looking at the magnitude of damage and loss of life, whatever amount I can afford to part with seems so minuscule. Sooooooo small. And I asked myself, 'Gee, big difference you can make, eh?'

But then I realized that there are different ways to make a difference. Alone, THIS is the only difference I can make. Making a difference involves urging others to do the same small difference. With the small piece of the Universe that you are given. Encourage others to help out in whatever way they can. Help make it happen.

I found out what 'making a difference' is all about in the end.

So, guys, please contribute whatever amount you can. A dollar, two, ten, hundred, thousand, whatever. Alone, we are small. Together, we can move mountains.

These people did nothing to deserve it. We were extremely lucky to have it swerve around and miss us. We are lucky enough to be alive to lend any form of assistance we can afford to lend.

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