I think about the story of the widow's mite. The rationale is pretty simple. Though our contributions are not as immense or influential as another's, they are significant and meaningful to us. One reason that gives me hope is that even the small things that I can do now are recognized and appreciated. And together, the little things that we each contribute are collectively significant. Many people doing a little makes a world of difference. And sometimes, even our small decisions have enormous impact. I think of the choices of our ancestors. Their lives were difficult and must have seemed small and simple and perhaps insignificant from their perspective. Their decisions then, inconsequential as they may have appeared, now have impacted dozens for good--not the least of which is us. Now we can look back and see the magnitude of their good choices, which directly impact my life and the lives of my family and extended family today. Thousands upon thousands will be blessed. I have always loved the story of the starfish.
Edward Everett Hale said “I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”
What you have to offer is significant and of value the millions donated to charity. Generations untold will call your name blessed for your contributions and good choices.
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My favorite part, "her faith overcame her fear and her hope overcame her despair."
That applies to each one of us. We are not alone.