We were jockeying for space at the falafel stand, so many hungry bodies pressing in to claim the delicious, crispy balls plucked fresh from the bubbling oil. While the man beside us didn't say it directly, he made it clear that he was hungry, and without the means to buy a sandwich. Even before he was finished speaking, my friends ordered and paid for a meal, which was eaten just as swiftly. They didn't need time to deliberate. These friends, who have always been so generous to me, are poised to give.
I have a friend who makes coffee for me just how I like it, with a little cookie on the side. She is a master of the kind of details which make me feel cared for.
My roommate is entirely oriented toward giving. Every day she sees opportunities where most of us aren't even looking.
I could go on. The volunteer groups filled with young people on the brink of changing this city in beautiful ways, the global friends who continue to share about their lives even when I'm slow to reply, the taxi drivers who expend energy to understand my attempts at tiny conversations...
Every now and then I have a sudden awareness of my epic good fortune. Standing at a tea stall last night, listening to the city and friends cracking jokes, rain falling just hard enough to make us tuck in closer under convenient shelters, it was almost too much to take in. I am often amazed that I am here, that this beautiful life is mine, and that these beautiful people... they are changing my life in such lovely ways. When so many people around you are oriented toward giving, it cannot help but alter the way you see the world.