I Like Helping People Less Fortunate
I like to help others. I do it willingly and without expecting anything in the end EXCEPT a thank you. I feel like I am blessed and I always want to return the blessing.
Nothing upsets me more than giving a gift or doing something nice and not receiving any acknowledgement. It shows a complete lack of gratitude. What is my response? I refuse to do anything again. Just plain and simple.
Let me give you a couple of examples. My boss’s daughter is helping with a charity in a very poor part of our state. I was able to buy 20 10.00 towels for her for .52 a piece. Great deal, right? Well they would not come and get them. I had to drive them to the office. They did not even acknowledge they picked them up. I was worried that someone would take them because I had loaded them in a big plastic garbage bag to keep them clean. I had to call and see If they even received them…then I received a thank you.
I send boxes to this little girl with clothing and gifts because her parents are drug users. I NEVER get a call. I have to call over and over to make sure the box didn’t mysteriously disappear. That just aggravates me to no end.
The sad thing is all that I ask for is a thank you..isn’t that sad? It costs nothing to be grateful, does it?
Nothing upsets me more than giving a gift or doing something nice and not receiving any acknowledgement. It shows a complete lack of gratitude. What is my response? I refuse to do anything again. Just plain and simple.
Let me give you a couple of examples. My boss’s daughter is helping with a charity in a very poor part of our state. I was able to buy 20 10.00 towels for her for .52 a piece. Great deal, right? Well they would not come and get them. I had to drive them to the office. They did not even acknowledge they picked them up. I was worried that someone would take them because I had loaded them in a big plastic garbage bag to keep them clean. I had to call and see If they even received them…then I received a thank you.
I send boxes to this little girl with clothing and gifts because her parents are drug users. I NEVER get a call. I have to call over and over to make sure the box didn’t mysteriously disappear. That just aggravates me to no end.
The sad thing is all that I ask for is a thank you..isn’t that sad? It costs nothing to be grateful, does it?
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