Sometimes The Best Birthday Present Is The One You Don’t See Coming

A couple of days ago I received a letter in the mail that made my day so much that I’m still smiling about it today, on this my 48th birthday.

Here’s an excerpt of the letter.

****************************************************************************** Almost ten years ago, I met you during a summer job sweeping streets in the Ashmont area. I remember on that hot summer day, you stopped and even though you didn’t know me, you did want to know what I wanted to do with my life. When I told you about my school closing down and about how I would have to pay to get in school, you wrote me a check.  But it wasn’t for the amount I told you I needed to get enrolled; you covered the full cost of the school.  Through your unselfish act of kindness and the time you took to get to know me and believe in me, from that I’ve accomplished so much.

I graduated high school, attended Northeastern University for Emergency Medicine (EMT) and later returned to the Institute for Emergency Medicine to complete three years of school to become a Paramedic.  I’ve worked for the Department of Homeland Security, reserve Police Officer in Somerville Mass and five years ago now completed the Boston EMS academy.  Recently I’ve started taking flying classes at Horizons Aviations in Norwood, MA.  I’ve been married for the past three years with and have a 10-month-old baby girl.

If it wasn’t for you putting your trust in me, I can’t say I would be where I am today.  I struggle to find the words to thank you for what you did.  Your generosity has led me to “pay it forward” by volunteering at the Special Olympics as medical staffing for the past 8 years.

I haven’t forgotten you or your family and I hope you haven’t forgotten me.

“Our finger prints never leave the lives we’ve touched”

Best regards,
Kenneth Edwards
******************************************************************************

On my birthday, I don’t look for presents; I look for someone I can give a gift to. I don’t know what the gift will be and I don’t know to whom I’m going to give it.  I let the universe work that out.  And that’s the fun part; just being and letting it happen.  The gift is not always money.  Sometimes it’s simply a warm smile to a sad face, a hug to a lonely person or just taking time to listen while someone is getting something off his or her chest.

Every Sunday, just before the offering, Dad would always say, “When you give, give generously, not begrudgingly nor out of necessity; for God loves cheerful givers”.

Amen to that, Old Man.  Amen to that.

Photo By: Candace Bolinger

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