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?
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.
Thank you, Fred Zelders, for offering. Thank you for your generosity.
We can change the world — just like that.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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.