This Time Around, Last Year…
I was clubbing. I went clubbing with Carter, one of my closest friends/roommate this time around last year and made some eventful “first” memories. To list a few, I went clubbing in San Francisco for the first time, tried peppermint bark for the first time, and… ripped my pants at a club for the first time. Yes, I ripped my pants, and it was bad.
This wasn’t just any ordinary rip either — it was HUGE. Don’t believe me? I took a close-up of the pants (don’t ask me why I still have it; I’m just a sentimental person that way). See for yourself!
Quite a work of art, isn’t it? It was probably one of my most embarrassing moments of all time. And despite my entire buttocks and boxers area being exposed, we refused to leave. That’s right, we stayed for another hour or so and kept dancing with no shame at all. I guess you can say I was pretty drunk.
This time around this year, though, I didn’t do anything nearly as exciting, but of course, what you deem exciting is really all perspective. A little past midnight tonight, I decided to visit a homeless community that I frequent every once in a while. (To give some context, I come by this community often to give them some of the water bottles and plastic cans I’ve accumulated and even bought them food plenty of times.)
During this visit, I decided to drop off to them a big bag of clothes I’ve been meaning to donate. It was the night after Thanksgiving, and I figured donating these clothes directly to the homeless would be a great help, especially during winter nights like these where it gets as cold as 46 degrees — yikes! As always, I was greeted very nicely when I arrived, and I was immediately filled with joy to see how big of a smile formed on one of the women’s faces when I excitedly told her, “I brought some clothes for you all!” But what touched me even more so was what I heard when I walked away.
“Honey, you should ask everyone else around if they want some clothes first.”
This is what I overhear as I begin walking away. Without even thinking, she asks her daughter (I assume it’s her daughter) to offer clothes to others before herself, and that’s what really touched my heart: her willingness to give. It reminds me what Thanksgiving is really about and that there are good people out there. It gave me hope for humanity, really, that even a homeless woman can put others’ needs ahead of their own — not everybody is this way. Delightfully surprised, I drove home and felt a sense of accomplishment.
This Thanksgiving, I felt like I made a difference. Sure, it wasn’t anything big, and sure, I didn’t get to go home and spend it with my family, but I was able to help out some of those who are in need way more than I. I mean, that’s what Thanksgiving is really all about anyway, right? To be grateful for what you do have, and to give to those who will be even more grateful for what you can give, because that’s the least we can do aside from stuffing our faces in gigantic turkeys and mashed potatoes at the end of every November.
This time around, this year, what did you do?