The Gift

  While at work this morning, someone stopped in the office and handed me this book.  She said she was going to put it in with items for the upcoming Holiday Bazaar, but she thought maybe I might enjoy reading it.  Well…YES!
This may seem like nothing to a lot of people, but it meant a lot to me.  For one thing, it was given to me by someone who doesn’t know me well, but it happened to be the perfect gesture.  I love books.  I love reading them and I love writing them.  I haven’t read this particular title, but I’ve read others by this author and thoroughly enjoyed them.

What a thoughtful gesture, to pass on hours of enjoyment to someone else.  With some books, it goes even beyond a few hours because the impact of the book can last for days, months, or even years.  It could be a gift filled with knowledge or wisdom.  It may be a book that provides entertainment and laughter.  It may be a book that takes me on a tour of the world, or just over the backyard fence.  To me, it’s just the perfect gift.

Even better than the gift is being thought of, considered, taking a moment out of their day to show that I matter.  It’s nice to matter.

I will be reading the book this weekend, and it will end up in the Holiday Bazaar.  Someone else will find enjoyment in this book, too.  And any money made off it goes to charity, so another person or two will reap benefits from this book as well.  

Maybe it will end up being a gift to someone else who matters.  What a blessing that would be!

Blessings.
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These are the ramblings of a woman determined to prove there is life after 50 for women who are unmarried, divorced, or widowed, and choose to live alone. This is my journey through life. It is filled with memories, dreams, hopes, disappointments, failures, and faith. Walk with me as I explore each day with questions and observations, remembrances and thoughts, all in a jot.