When my sister and I were maybe 10 and 12 years old…not sure of our ages. We saw a little girl in the neighborhood that was around 5 years old she was dirty as was her little dress.
One day we went out and got her, took her inside our home bathed her, shampooed her hair, washed her dress then put her back outside. If the little girl was ever around again we never saw her. Many times I have wondered where she came from and where she went after we put her back outside.
It was all so strange that the little girl appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared. Was she put there so I could learn to care for others…I have often wondered. Many foster children have been in my home over the years that needed a bath when they arrived at my home, but she was the first in my life. Maybe I was being tested for my role as a foster mom that came many years later. One day maybe I will know where that little girl came from.
Cleaning up that little girl was when I first learned how good it feels to do something nice for someone else…and how much better it feels to give than to receive.
Do you remember the first thing you ever did for someone other than yourself…and it made you feel good?