One year, I rented a house on the coast of Oregon for a month. While I was there, I would walk my dogs past an older man who was living as a care taker in the corner convenience store. The store was closed because there weren’t enough tourists in November to justify keeping it open, but he was there to keep an eye on the place.
My dogs and I would walk past, and we’d chat for a few minutes before I continued on my way. Through out the weeks, I learned a little about him and his story. I learned that he was a recovering drug addict whose family no longer spoke to him. I learned that he spent most of his evening watching T.V.. I knew he would be alone for Thanksgiving.
Nervously, I invited him to spend Thanksgiving dinner with me at a Chinese restaurant. A part of me hoped he’d say no, and I could feel good just for asking. But he said yes, so I picked him up, and we drove into town for plates of sesame chicken and beef with broccoli while he talked about his kids.
That was 5 years ago, and that memory still touches my heart.
Give, because those moments can transform yourself or the other person and will be memories you cherish for the rest of your days.