Sharing a Birthday with a Homeless Friend
I live in a big Scandinavian city that unfortunately has a lot of homeless people. Luckily there are small ways of helping them even though you may not have a lot of money. One way to help is to buy their monthly magazine. By doing this one day, I got to know a young homeless man who was often standing at the train station, selling the magazine. He was a refugee from another country and I can only imagine what kind of psychological scars he must have had from living in a war-torn country, escaping it and then ending up being homeless. After a while, I discovered that his birthday was close to mine which meant that we were born under the same sign of the Zodiac, something we talked about once in a while. I met him last year shortly after his birthday, and without thinking, after congratulating him, I asked if he had had ... Read Full Story >>
- Posted by Esclarmonde
- Apr 19, 2010
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Sharing My Childhood Happiness With My Neighbor's Child
When I was 18, our neighbor married an Asian woman who moved in with her daughter who was ten years old. My mother went to bid them welcome and came back both surprised and sad. "They have almost nothing", she said, "and the girl has almost no toys. Do you think you could give her one of your dolls?". When I was a little girl, I loved playing with my Barbie dolls. I was more than happy to comply as I had a lot of them. I found the box with my dolls and their clothes and shoes in the attic. As I looked through it all to find a doll and some clothes, it suddenly occurred to me, why stop at one? Why not give that little girl the whole collection? I knew I would never want to play with them again. So I dressed each doll in a beautiful dress and brushed ... Read Full Story >>
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- Jun 7, 2010
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