Pay it forward as much as possible.

Do good until I cannot stand it.

as i walk cross America on stilts in 2009 i am going to pay it forward every stop of the way

When I was a child, my parents would have a box of canned foods and cheap can openers in the back of the car or van. If we passed a homeless person looking for help or money, we would give them stuff.

Once on my own, I would donate to charietes close to my heart … cancer for my Daddy who died of it, diabeties for Momma because her gestation version went full-blown, and heart for me because of my bad ticker.

When I started a family and had children, I tought them to donate clothes and toys and blankets to Toys for Tots and Goodwill and other places because not every one is fortunate enough to have nice things. When their schools have food can drives, we donate stuff.

So, now my turn has come. Because of the medical bills that racked up from my heart attack, we’ve been scrapping by. One child didn’t have a winter coat, so school counslor bought her one. Today, she and some others dropped off five boxes of food and two large bags of presents for the kids.

And my oldest, the 12-yr-old self-absorbed preteen drama queen, told me yesterday that she wants to take in another can of veggies for the school’s food drive. That, or some of her money she’s saving to spend on her field trip to PA.

I want to do little things {extending a sincere compliment to a stranger, stoping to help someone stuck in traffic, etc} and big things {donating money, etc to someone in need} just because it makes them happy not because I’m looking for anything in return. The feeling of happiness you get when you see someones face light up because you did something unexpectedly nice for them is addicting. The best thing about this is that you can do it {at least the little things} every day.