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What Charity Really Is

Maybe we do too little that there's nothing to shout about. Honestly speaking, my (and my friends') contributions might have been too tiny compared to other people and that's why there's no fanfare and it might even embarrass me if I say anything about it. In a world that is so self-absorbed, senseless and violent, I believe that the good outweighs the bad. (I have to believe this otherwise news from around the world will send me off into the deep end  - lol) And I think a lot of people do a lot of good everyday, not just in times of trouble like those rushing to donate blood in the terrible Las Vegas mass shooting aftermath.

I believe a lot of people are like that.

Some people quip 'don't be stupid, don't donate, there are a lot of people with a lot more money than you'. Whilst this is true, doesn't it make you a little happier to give a little, knowing that you're not asking anything back in return? Even if the people have nothing to do with you, just knowing that you've done a little bit to make their lives, possibly, easier? I know there are tens of thousands and millions of people suffering in this world and I am ready to ask for donations myself but if a spare dollar is not going to make a difference to my life, $2 or $10 could be spare change for you but it could mean a meal for 2 or 3 people.

Credit : Hunger by eatwell.ln (Flickr)

Because there's so much suffering all around the world and so many people in need, including our loved ones, it's important to pick our battles. We can't, after all, save everyone.

Helping others is one of the best and a sure-fire way to boost your happiness level, and it has been proven that it works like magic. Forget about putting it all out there on your Facebook, Instagram or Blog, doing something as simple as giving away something precious to you to someone else in hope that it will help them and without asking for anything back in return lifts off an imaginary burden off your chest. This is particularly true when you're having a hard time yourself. In fact, NOT putting it up on social media makes you feel even better! It's like a little secret between you and Karma, God, Allah, Buddha, etc. You know and they know, that's it.

No one else has to know that you've got little money to spare, the only person who needs to know is you.

You can take small steps, a dollar goes a long way.



When you send your love out, you'll receive much more in return. It's not something you should pine for because life goes on but let's think of it this way, you'll go to your grave knowing you did the best you could. No selfless act will go un-thanked. And if you've nothing to give, your prayers should suffice. The world is more understanding that we think.

Love,
Marsha

p.s. Please forgive my English, my mood isn't the best right now but if I wait any more to publish this, another disaster might have hit somewhere else. And my mood would be even worse and you will find me wallowing in my own personal sewer deep inside my soul. XD

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