Back in the 1980's when I had my office in the home, I saw a woman pushed out of a car outside my home. I went out and helped her up and brought her into the house until the police came.
The next tax season one of my clients started telling the story about the nice man who helped one of their tenants that was pushed out of a car and let her into his home until the police arrived. I smiled politely while the warm and fuzzy feeling grew inside.
Sure. Sometimes I feel pretty decent about it. Sometimes I'm too busy figuring what I could have done to be of better help to pat myself on the back. A few times I may feel a little frustrated, worried, or downright rattled. Once I even needed to hide for a bit afterward and cry. But it's all in a day's work, and I won't stop.
I've never regretted helping. I actually appreciate a lack lustre response, more than I do some. Like 'God bless you'. I don't like that. Why should someone expect a deity to bless me for an action that should be a natural response to the need of another?
To be honest, I don't help as much as I should and when I help someone I usually feel guilty. I feel so good about being able to help, I think I get more out of it than the other person does. I think they are cheated in the exchange.
Ya - I got to save someone's life, a teenager drowning, a long time ago. Swam out and brought him in with the neck hold to shore. Funny thing was his whole family was there all strangers, and I having long hair and beard did notl get so much as a bye or leave ya, nothing. Not a word was said. But that's beside the point.
OK I will try to explain with a couple of simple things that I have done of late.
Shopping this morning, I saw and elderly man trying to dial out on a pay phone and hold his weight up with a walking stick. I grabbed a chair from the shop next door and put it in place for him. Took 20 seconds and almost no effort.
While I was in the store one of the people loading shelve was dropping cans on the floor. I picked them up and helped her to juggle the case they fell out of.
Last week I changes a tire for a lady on the freeway.
I don't have much feeling about it at all, I simply see the opportunity to be useful and deem it to be what I am supposed to do as a civilised person living in a civilised society.
s i have helped a uncle met with an accident though i couldnt attend my college on tht particular day i felt happiness on his family face for bringing him to hospital at right time on tht day i felt proud on myself
Cool that sounds some thing great. i too had helped minimum 150 people to get job in pharma industry . Majority of them are in great position today and whenever they see me the love and affection in their eyes had given me immense pleasure for what i had did.
Yes I have helped somebody and even strangers without expecting anything in return from that person but hoping that a loved one would get the same help someday. I do believe in karma. I have also had situations when my help was turned into a negative thing, that hurt but I have accepted the fact that life's like that, you really can't please everybody.
I have helped many people in my lifetime,without a lot of reciprocation. I don't do it for anything in return;it makes me happy to help. There are times when it would be nice to have that help without asking for it. There are two types of people in the world; those who expect others to come running when they are in trouble and those who come running to help. One can't exist without the other.
I have had a friend for some years, who always has a lot of trouble in her life. Whenever something is going wrong, she phones me, and asks me to solve the problems for her. Of course, I cannot do this, all I can do is offer advice and a listening ear. But this is not enough, and she actually demands that I tell her what to do. She also is under the impression that I am psychic and that I will be able to see into the future and tell her how things will work out. It doesn't matter how often I tell her I am not psychic, because she insists that I am.
Sometimes I have been on the phone with her for hours, talking over her problems and trying to find a solution. However, when I have had a problem, and decided to ring her, she tells me that she is far too busy to talk and puts the phone down. In fact, every time I have phoned her, even if it is to ask her how she is, she says the same thing and puts down the phone. So, I no longer call her, but wait until she calls me, asking me to solve her problems. I do get annoyed, but have never said so, and still try to help her the best I can.
psychologist says I have it but she can help me - anyone else ever have it cause - I like freak out at simple noises normal everyday raising of voices , not yelling - walking across a floor loudly - anything like that...