When was the last time I inconvenienced myself to help someone else? Not counting my kids, of course, since that is basically the job description for motherhood. I mean for a stranger. And I don’t mean smiling at people, holding doors, or offering directions. I mean hitting the mute button on my “I’m too busy” soundtrack and give help to a stranger. It’s been a long time.
Fixing a flat
Fixing a flat
Fixing a flat
When was the last time I inconvenienced myself to help someone else? Not counting my kids, of course, since that is basically the job description for motherhood. I mean for a stranger. And I don’t mean smiling at people, holding doors, or offering directions. I mean hitting the mute button on my “I’m too busy” soundtrack and give help to a stranger. It’s been a long time.