Generosity

i love being generous. actually the meaning of "wahab" is The Generous. it is one of the names of God.

I very much agree with this. I feel some gifts and service should be done anonomously or we're doing not for the sake of giving but for what we receive, accolades and such. I was talking to a new friend, another Amy, and what she said brought to mind the other side - to an extreme. She's a giver. She collects clothes and toys for orphanages overseas and in Mexico. She volunteers elsewhere as well. And she really helps her friends as well. There is one longtime friend that she helped to move SEVEN times and when it came time for her to move though, her friend was busy. When this behaviour comes up over and over, its time to leave the friendship. There does need to be some give and take - great topic btw!

Generosity is not simply about giving of material things. It's deeper meaning is giving of yourself to another human being. Sure, we can draw out money and hand it over to someone who may be asking for it, but a generous soul is one who gives without being asked. He knows in his heart that someone is in need and he more than willingly shares what he can. We often equate generosity with things -- money, specifically. But it is much more. Your time, attention and effort to be there for someone is an act of generosity. Giving financial help is simply the most tangible among generous acts. And if you wish to have a sense of fulfillment when you give to others, simply give from your heart and hope that it has done good for another. Your reward will be a thousand-fold in ways you can never imagine.

To me is better to give than to receive. Generosity brings hope and happiness to those who need our support.

I agree with you. I try to help out as much as I can and 99% of the time is for people that I dont know and they cant say thanks to me. I give money every time there is a major disaster. It makes me feel great that I am doing something that might help a person a little bit. Somethimes the things that I give are not money but books and pencils and crayons for kids in Africa or clothes. My son uses a pack of crayons every weeks and its not a big deal but I like to think that the same pack of crayons would bring joy to some little person out there. Now my son who is 5 is learning from me and that is all I could ask for. When we go out and there is a colection box for some organisation he asks me for some change and puts it in. When we clean up his room all the toys he does not want anymore and clothes that are too small he puts them in a box to send them to kids that have less then him.

I have been accused of being "to generous". I don't know how to be selfish and I don't care to be selfish. The feeling of being able to help anyone is an awesome feeling. My son has a best friend who does not have a good home life so he now lives with us. I have been told I'm crazy for doing this. Well, I'm not crazy, not at all. How could I as a human being not help this teenager? My son told me the other day how proud he was of me for being so kind. That in it's self makes me feel good. I hope this teaches my son to be a generous person.

Sometimes we may not be able to help it back those who helped us but definitely we keep the same at our heart. Those people who have taken help from us may not be available when we need it. But somebody should be there to help us. It means we have to do our work without expecting anything. Returns will come to as automatically.

I fell that I help myself by helping others because of the feeling I get when I lend a hand. I feel like I did something good and important. Sometimes, we make a difference even with the smallest of gestures. You never know, you can make someone's entire day brighter just by saying "hello". I also believe that when we do good, it comes back to us and good will be done for us at some point. I try to live each day without causing hurt for anyone. I don't necessari;y try to make everyone happy, I just simply try not to cause pain. I try to live an honest, caring life. One year, I was out of work, living with my parents with my two sons, and pregnant with my daughter. It was nearly Christmas and I had no money to buy gifts for anyone, let alone my boys. I decided that one way or another, I would buy them something. It didn't have to be big or pricey, I just wanted them to have a gift to open. I walked alaong the roadside and picked up aluminum cans for weeks, and just barely made enough from this to pay for the gas in my vehicle, so I wasn't making much headway. I wasstopped by a correctional officer that I knew, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him. Well, he knew my situation a bit before because my ex-husband, to whom I was married at the time, had just been sent to prison, and he was an officer at the jail where he had been housed for quite some time. Anyway, he wished me luck, and I went on my way. A week later, when I was out, he went to my mother's house, which wasn't even in the county he worked in, and delivered a bag of gifts for my boys. He also left one for me. He had gone out of his way to make sure we had a Christmas, and I still cry when I think about it. The kindness he showed us made me remember what the true meaning of Christmas is, and I have never forgotten since. When my kids have asked me if their is really a Santa Clause, I tell them yes, it is in the spirit of the holiday. I have had a couple of other times when blessings like this have been bestowed on me, and I attribute them to me helping others in need. That same Christmas, my best friend was unable to buy a tree for her bots to decorate, and my parents and I talked to a friend and got one for her. She had a few gifts, but was very upset because she had no tree. It felt wonderful to see her face when we pulled up in her drive with a tree strapped to the top of my van.