The subject of resolutions came up and somehow we decided we were going to do a good deed at least once every day for a year.
It seemed so much better than depriving ourselves of something or quitting something or losing weight or whatever. It could be as simple as letting someone ahead of us in traffic, helping a person find the right aisle in the grocery or even being nice to a telemarketer.
My Mom passed away that year. I have done a good deed every day since, for the last thirteen years. And every time I do, I think of her.
Monday, December 31, 2012
"Thirteen years ago, I happened to be at my folks for New Year's."
"Both my Dad and my significant other were asleep in couches and Mom and I were sitting drinking and gossiping."
Labels:
death,
ethics,
motherhood,
New Year's
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