The Power of Offering
We are all aggregators of what we bring into the world and what we experience once we get here. Some context:
I’m the only girl and the baby of the family. I have an older, older brother and a younger, older brother. They were 8 and 9 years old when I was a baby. . . . Yeah, I’m fiercely independent.
Besides that I’m second-generation American. My grandparents were all born in another country. . . . All around me, as I grew up, were messages that said, “Hard work never hurt anybody.”
I was shy and perceptive. . . . My social skills were a cross between a monkey and a Weimaraner puppy — intrusive, cute, and clumsy.
When I went to college, I was the only one who had carried my suitcase. That was the way the world worked. That world had worked pretty well for me.
That explains a lot; doesn’t it?
This morning a man I just met, Fred Zelders, reminded me of all of that with one sentence in his comment..
Wow! Hit my head. What the heck had I been thinking? I love to help people. Why shouldn’t they get a turn too?
What Fred sent me when we talked minutes later was simpler and more elegant than what I had been planning.
That simple offer — one sentence — changed my world. It saved me hours and gave me something so much better. AND Fred is no longer a stranger.
One sentence.
Thank you, Fred Zelders, for offering. Thank you for your generosity.
We can change the world — just like that.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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If you’re ready to change the world, send me your thoughts in a guest post. Feel free to take the gorgeous Change the World image up there that Sandy designed back to your blog. Or help yourself to this one.
. Email me about what you’re doing or what we might do. Let’s change the world one bit at a time together. Together it can’t take forever.
