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January 15th Holiday


Humanitarianism has a broad definition. Wikipedia defines it as “an ethic of kindness, benevolence and sympathy extended universally and impartially to all human beings.” So basically it boils down to being nice to all people. Does that sound about right? I guess I thought it was focused more along the lines of helping those humans that are less fortunate than yourself. I think that can still fit the definition. I had a little blunder during today’s holiday. I had a huge garbage bag full of clothes that I was intending to donate today. We used to have these 2 bins by our house that accepted clothing donations for a couple different charities. These has seen been removed for unknown reasons. There is another bin that I frequently see in a nearby church parking lot. I assumed that this was a donation bin. So, here I am stuffing my clothes it there:

As I was looking at the picture, I realized it clearly says RECYCLE on there. Hmmm….soooo these aren’t getting donated? After doing some research I have come to find out that these clothes and shoes will be saved from landfills and will be repurposed into other textiles. Okay, so I guess I am doing something good for mankind in a roundabout way. Since I didn’t feel like this was adequate enough, I decided to make a charitable donation today in addition to my clothing recycling. I chose the charity Forgotten Harvest because it is a local organization so I know the money will be used to help Metro Detroiters in need of assistance. It is rough being a human sometimes, but we need to remember to treat each other with respect at all times. Keep in mind that everyone you meet is fighting a daily battle, just like you.

Total Cost to Celebrate: $25


Story of the Day:

I received this as one of those lovely random forwards from a co-worker. After reading it though it really lifted my spirits and I think it is suitable for today’s holiday as well as my overall happiness mission. Enjoy it and really take it to heart:

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description  of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.  ‘I love it,’ he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just  been presented with a new puppy. Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; just wait.’ ‘That doesn’t have anything to do with it,’ he replied. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged… it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.  ‘It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice;  I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the  parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful  for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day  and all the happy memories I’ve stored away. Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank  account of memories!

‘Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less.

“People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, But people will never forget how you made them feel.”