All my life, giving gifts to others has been a loaded experience filled
with trepidation. I got most of that
from my alcoholic mother. Never knew
when she was going to go off after having made some effort to be nice to
her. Xmas and birthdays were the worst.
I have spent years working on giving gifts to others a better
experience for both me and the recipient.
This Xmas went very well.
Instead of donating to charities in an emotionally detached bloodless sort
of way, I took two guys needing shows to Factoria Mall and bought them the
boots of their choice. They made good
practical choices that will help them get jobs and I got to give them an
atta-boy for working hard to make progress in pulling their lives back
together. It went well.
My rooommate loves purple clothes.
We found a winter coat at Target that was exactly what she wanted and
certainly exceeded all expectations for a garment from Target with a hood, deep
pockets, and thumb-holes at the end of the sleeves. She loves her new coat. I liked the whole experience.
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