I’m watching this thing on Discovery on flight 93 on 9/11.
I’m listening to the stories from loved ones about those who were on board, who had to figure out what to do.
I am very hushed.
It’s a quiet evening and I’m on my phone. My twin sister is here from Norway with her husband, and it clear that they have done very well.
I am not sure how to react to it.
I do acts of random kindness everyday. The first time was in London. Things weren’t going on very well for me, I was out of a job, had no idea what I was going to do with my life.
I had twenty pounds in my pocket and was wondering the streets just thinking about myself.
Around a corner I bumped into what I thought was a gypsy lady begging for money. I walked straight by, then stopped.
Something told me to give, so I gave her my money. It’s the last time I’ve ever given everything away…I haven’t had the courage since.
Sounds weird but I promise you that very shortly after, I had my first degree, and was headed to the States for a second, and that, that moment stands out in my mind as a turning point.
Whenever I am able to do something for someone, I do what I can.
I have found that the most important thing you can offer is your time.