The Art of Giving...

I was always told that if you are truly giving something from the heart that you give it and forget about it. 


So unfortunately, it is that statement that I am armed with when I give, whether it be my time or financial support, it is also what standard I hold you up to when you give as well.


I am loving all of the Prince stories on one hand, because it shows that he too understood that if you giving from the heart or because it is the right thing to do, why you gots to tell the entire world?  On the other hand, I just wish folks would have kept the gifts as they were, private.


We already live in a society where folks need to ask themselves why are they giving, is it cuz they were moved to, or is it for likes and shares on social media?


It's no secret that I have been down on hard times for a minute. Cancer and not being able to work will do that.


However, it was only known within my closest circle that I did not have some things that many folks may consider to be essential, like a bed.   Recently, as in two days ago, I was blessed with a free bed because one of my sister friends is relocating and wasn't taking any of her stuff.  Imagine my surprise when I received a text from someone I barely know asking me if I had set the bed up and used it yet.


I was taken aback to say the least; but, knowing my friend, I just had to hope it was shared with this individual that I was getting the bed and everything else that A Wider Circle didn't take because she was over there helping her pack and inquired about what was going to happen to the rest of the stuff.


But giving and the need to tell folks what you had did was something that I had been pondering for a long time even before this happened, as I saw folks on my timeline on Fakebook boast about what they had did for this friend in need, the homeless, their family member etc.


It reminded me why I very rarely will seek help from someone outside of the F10.  I can't get down with folks asking you if need help, and then breaking their necks to tell folks that they helped.  Whether it be to feed my child, watch my child, pick me up from the hospital or what have you.  If I can't get it on my own, I don't need it.

"I can't tell you what I have done for most people, I typically do it with my left hand, while the right isn't looking."

Gotta Luv Moi, Cuz I Surely Do ~ Smooches

A Mother's Loss

I had no words.  None.  Just tears to offer.  But then I remember how ignorant folks were when it was me and so I pulled myself together and called and simply said, "What can I do to help...do you need money?"  I ask the questions that most haven't gotten to because they are still stuck on the why, how, what in the world.

It's so sad we live in such a microwave and entitled society.

We feel we have a right to every intimate detail knowing full well if the shoe was on the other foot mums the word.  How do I know, cuz according to Fakebook, everyone leaving the 'Ye Good Life.   Everyone making it and shole as heck ain't relating to Tupac's struggle of barely making it.

All I needed to know was that a child was gone.  A mother was grieving and that she was my sister.  And as such and one who had already experienced such loss, I needed to be there in the manner I wish folks had tried to be there for me.  Not with questions of how and why but of what they could do to ease my neverending pain...to soften the load of having to bury your child.

It also never cease to amaze me how important folks have to be during others time of need.  I don't get it. Sharing secondhand information like it's first.  Sharing answers that was forwarded and obtained by me and others in first person.

I just don't get it.. and this is why I will go out just like Prince... and one day soon, I will have to share my Prince story and why his death around this time is just surreal for me.

"I'm sorry, not sorry because the best apology is changed behavior and I refuse to be sleep." 

Gotta Luv Moi, Cuz I Surely Do ~ Smooches