All It Takes Is One
Growing up my family didn’t have much. In second grade, the trend was to own a pair of flair jeans, but there was no way my family could afford this luxury. I tried to make the most of what I had; with fabric paint, glitter, buttons or whatever else I could find around the house I would exploit my creativity and imagination to turn the ordinary into something I thought was extraordinary, However, it was not enough to ease the disappointment I felt when I waked into school and everyone but I was wearing the flair jeans that I yearned to own. I prayed every night that somehow someway I could afford them. One day later, my mother and I heard a knock at the door. Someone had dropped off a box of hand me down clothes. Excited and surprised, we searched through the box. Lying at the bottom of the box were three pairs of the jeans that I had desired to own. I prayed that they would fit. My eyes watered as I tried them on. They fit perfectly. Words can’t describe the feeling of nostalgia that washed over me as I put on those jeans. To whomever gave these up, they were simply three pairs of old, worn jeans, but to me, they were a treasure.
I don’t know who dropped off the box, but I do know that I will always cherish the feeling of gratitude it gave me. Since then, I have always tried my best to reach out to others. Something that seems so trivial could mean the world to another. I hope to give others the same feeling of appreciation that I was once given.
I truly believe that everyone has the power to make a difference in someone else’s life. Giving what you don’t need to those that do will have an impact. The caring act of one person, leads to another. For me all it took was one small box of clothes at the doorstep of my house, for other’s it could be something completely different, but not matter what, you can be that change in someone’s life. All it takes is one.
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