Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Lessons from my Family

I'm sitting at the dining room table and to my left are three giant boxes and one trashbag filled with clothes. My dad emailed me about a week ago from Afghanistan saying that it is cold and he's tired of seeing people walking around in tshirts and can we send some warm clothes? Well, today my little sister, Allie, and her boyfriend, Dan, went shopping at one of the second hand stores in town and bought an incredible amount of "warm clothes" to send. They didn't try to buy anything too fashionable since "the fashions over there are probably different from here." Now we're in the process of boxing everything up and shipping over to Afghanistan.

This type of thing is pretty normal for my family. They tend to do stuff like this and think nothing of it at all. It's completely normal for them to see a need and try to do something about it. I never realized how fortunate I was to grow up in a family like this until the past couple of years. This shaped me greatly and is probably one of the reasons why I'm going into social work now.

I told Allie today that she should probably also go into social work. She recently changed her major from mechanical engineering to "undecided business." She responded that she doesn't want to go into social work, but that she could run a non-profit with her business degree. And then hire me. While I'm pretty sure that I will not be working for my sister anytime soon, I think that it would be great if she did go into the non-profit sector. We had a good discussion about that.

Once my little brother, Kyler, got a new bike for Christmas. He was about seven I want to say. Well, shortly after he received the new bike, he gave away his old one. When my parents inquired about what happened to the old bike, he responded by saying that his friend down the street didn't have one so he gave it to him because he didn't need two bikes. Why is it that often times the youngest "get it" while we don't? He had no need for two bikes, so he gave one away. Sure, he could have sold that old one for a few dollars and then bought something for himself, which he, at seven, was full aware of, but he chose not to do that.

My family inspires me (not to sound too cheesy, but they do.)

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