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OPINION
Does it Matter When Loved Ones Forget Your Born Day?
For someone like me, it is a big deal.
Giving is in my DNA.
My driver’s license reflects I’m a donor — so that when my body has left this earth, they can take my organs for someone in need. I’m the person who loves surprising friends and family by doing little things like hopping on an airplane to show up at their doorstep.
When I know one of my best buddies is going through a difficult time, I’m the one who makes sure to send a video of the soothing ocean sounds. I’ll visit a local shop for an original card to mail to a loved one. Yes, you read that right — mail, as in go to the post office, purchase a stamp and send it via USPS!
During times of struggle, when money is tight, I’m the one who makes efforts to fundraise. An example was last year, after catching an NPR podcast about an Indiana family of five. Both parents had gotten laid off, they were struggling to support their three kids. After three tireless days of using social media, was finally able to contact the mother. Though only myself and a former banking colleague were the donors, I sent $58 to that Indiana family. Why?
Because that’s the kind of person I am. I’m a giver.
