The Art of Being Sorry...

It's been a decade since I last argued with my brother. But it finally happened tonight. What made things worse was that my brother was born with the male disability of being incapable of saying sorry. I seem to be doing slightly better because I am about to apologize to all of you... Sorry boys and girls, there will be no juicy details in the space below. For the juicy details, click HERE.

Helping Myself...

I like helping others... at least I think I do. I like the notion of being a selfless being who's purpose is to make the life of others better, although I know for myself that that's not who I am. But to my credit, I do try. In fact, there are times that I try very hard. There are times when it's easier an there are times when it's not.

I was thinking about this a while ago. I realized that it brings much more into your life than it takes away. We shouldn't be stingy when it comes to helping others because, essentially, what we are doing is holding back good things from ourselves.

I noticed the semesters that I had straight As were the semesters that I was tutoring my peers. Just helping out as much as I could every day to help them through. Of course I did contribute to them understanding the modules better, but I also contributed to me doing better. In this case it's pretty tangible. The more I tutor, the more I understand, thus the better I do. There are, however, many other cases where the results are less tangible. But I know for sure that my own life is enriched whenever I contribute to the joy or success of another human being.

When I help others... I am helping myself.