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My God-given life here

A kind gesture will be able to reach a wound that only compassion can heal. I live by these very words every day of my God-given life here on this earth. From the time I was a child, I have always been taught to freely give. It has been ingrained in the very depths of my soul. My parents whom I adore with my whole heart, have taught me one of the most important life lessons that I would never be able to learn in a school textbook. The importance of giving. Giving without expecting to receive anything in return. Giving to those who are less fortunate or who are going through rough times. There come times when I ponder what does it truly mean to freely give? Giving not only means to give something materialistic; it means to give in forms of encouragement, love, even advice. In the chaos of life, it is easy for me to get caught up in less meaningful actions of this world, but by finding the time to freely give without expecting anything in return is what I hope makes a true impact in the lives of the people that cross my path each and every day.
From the time I was a child, my family and I would travel to parks across town and offer food to the homeless if they were willing to receive it. The very first time I went out one night to go deliver food to the homeless was when it hit me that my purpose in life is to give to the less fortunate or heavy laden and distressed. I never felt such a wonderful feeling of satisfaction as I seen the twinkle in their eyes as I offered food to the homeless The satisfactory feeling of sharing my love with people and showing that I care about them was a feeling I will never forget. The memories of freely giving to the homeless community across San Jose will forever linger within the depths of my mind for eternity.
When I was young, I would sit next to my dad in church and I recall a time when my dad had nothing more than a couple of bucks in his pocket and as the offering plates were being passed along row, by row; getting closer and closer to where we were sitting, my dad pulled all the money that he had in his pocket and placed it into a little white envelope and dropped it snugly into the rusted silver offering plate. It was in that very moment when I have seen what it means to freely give. My dad gave all he could not to the church, but to God; he couldn’t have been happier. If you could have seen the smile on his face; it was beautiful.
From the time I was a child, my family and I would travel to parks across town and offer food to the homeless if they were willing to receive it. The very first time I went out one night to go deliver food to the homeless was when it hit me that my purpose in life is to give to the less fortunate or heavy laden and distressed. I never felt such a wonderful feeling of satisfaction as I seen the twinkle in their eyes as I offered food to the homeless The satisfactory feeling of sharing my love with people and showing that I care about them was a feeling I will never forget. The memories of freely giving to the homeless community across San Jose will forever linger within the depths of my mind for eternity.
From the time I was young, I would sit next to my dad in church and I recall a time when my dad had nothing more than a couple of bucks in his pocket and as the offering plates were being passed along row, by row; getting closer and closer to where we were sitting, my dad pulled all the money that he had in his pocket and placed it into a little white envelope and dropped it snugly into the rusted silver offering plate. It was in that very moment when I have seen what it means to freely give. My dad gave all he could not to the church, but to God; he couldn’t have been happier. If you could have seen the smile on his face; it was beautiful.