When we give our lives away, we gain so much in return.

My parents modeled that type of giving from as far back as I can remember. For instance, when we moved into our home on 23^rd and Madison in Eugene the front door of our home built in the late 1800’s, opened onto an ally. Dad remodeled the house, switched the back to the front, and where that front door once was turned into the bathroom. 

But one of my first memories of my parents giving happened before that change. I still see Mom and Dad taking some of our Thanksgiving turkey to some worker that came up the alley. Now it might have been the mailman the day after Thanksgiving, but whoever the laborer, the part I remember is the sharing.   Read the rest of this entry »