R is for Reaching Out
Years ago, I watched a commercial that made me feel like a jerk. Yes, I’m easily influenced by sappy television commercials. They sucker me in all the time. Don’t judge.
It was a commercial for Wounded Warriors. (They assist military vets returning from conflicts overseas.) It’s no secret my husband is a retired vet so these commercials hit home.
I donated to Wounded Warriors every few months and felt all gushy inside knowing I’d done some small part. But, really, I felt like a jerk for not doing something more. Then it hit me. I could reach out to someone in need with a personal gesture.
They sent thank you cards with the receipt of a donation but I never took time to fill one out. This time, I did. I reached out and personally said “thank you” to a vet. Now with each receipt, I send out the card.
In turn, it helped me pick up the phone to see how people were coping. Those phone calls helped me too. It made me understand I wasn’t in this crazy disease of sex addiction.
The calls allowed me to live outside my own needs. Reaching out helped my recovery process. It became a circle of giving and receiving, leaning on someone other than myself.
I’m amazed how much I gain from reaching out and helping others.
Do you reach out to anyone in need?
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