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Day twenty's wedding of an old friend brought with it an interesting set of gives. Aside from the obvious wedding gift, I found it to be an occasion full of giving opportunities.



The first was before the wedding. I was a friend of the bride, and one of the first people I saw when I arrived was her father. He's a big ol' Texas man who's far more comfortable shooting deer and making his own jerky than he is mingling in the gardens of a posh S. Pasadena mansion in a fancy suit. So I went… Continue

Day nineteen was my volunteer at the school day, which meant I had at least one guaranteed give built in. And again it was a sweet time. I helped the children cross one of the streets near the school, and though it did get a lot of traffic the vast majority of the drivers were other parents so they were already on the look-out.



I noticed a couple things this time, though. One is a sense of notoriety that comes with giving consistently. People that I haven't met waved at me as they… Continue

...With beautiful results.



Ironically I usually don't count gifts to my kid as "gifts" since part of me insists that "father" loosely translates as "guy who gives his children everything he possibly can." But this was a good, planned gift that I was looking forward to giving (and it makes for a good story) so I count it anyway.



In our many visits to the library we'd come across a series of children's CD's entitled Beethoven's Wig. It is a series traditional classical songs… Continue

My, my, how the time can fly.



Day Fourteen

I was leaving the library parking lot with my kid in tow and I saw a man poking around under the hood of his car. I had that but-I-really-don't-want-to-give-right-now thought, but then I thought about it for a moment longer--if I were stuck in a parking lot, wouldn't I want help? Haven't I already gotten help in those contexts? So I took a walk over and asked if he needed help. He was actually fine, just adding some water, and we ended up… Continue