I don’t want to think that in my past years I wasn’t a caring, compassionate person but it seems that the older I’m getting, the more compassion and the need to ‘do something’ I feel inside of me bursting to get out for my fellow ‘man’. I am moved to tears on a daily basis it seems, by some internet video showing how horrible and how wonderful our world can actually be at times. How there are so many people out there that are much less fortunate than I am. They are jobless, homeless, hungry, cold and alone. There are so many animals who are beaten, or starved, or neglected or not loved. It breaks my heart apart.
I am and have always been, thankful and grateful for all that I have. I have material things like clothing, a house, and food in my stomach but also gainful employment, the ability to work, my health and my incredible loved ones. I am a very fortunate woman and I never forget that fact.
It almost seems to me in my heart and my soul, that I am supposed to do something to help my fellow ‘man’. But what is it that I’m supposed to do? I know I was put on this Earth for a purpose. Maybe I was created to do something to make the lives of those who around me a better place?
Now, to figure out how.