► Be kinder ► than usual because you never know what kind of personal struggle someone is going through.

For you. ╰☆╮¤°.¸¸.·´¯`»¸¸.·☆

For you. ╰☆╮¤°.¸¸.·´¯`»¸¸.·☆

I don’t know why

For some reason people like to give me gifts. I think it is because they know I have way too much stuff and I’m always giving it away ~ so they think they I need more stuff. Stuff.

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One of my friends recently moved states with 10 tons of stuff. We aren’t taking it to heaven with us, are we? Still, I love all of the gifts my students and friends give me. Just today one of my son’s friend’s parents gave us a water filter that goes under our sink, including the time and effort it took to install it, refusing payment.

At university, my best friend and I would order frozen yoghurt and the clerk would say no charge. We were baffled.

On my daily walk, the farmer told me I had to come back with the car to pick up my fruit and vegetables. Truly. I have so many pears I have to give them away.

At the end of the school year, I got the sweetest little elephant, earrings, cards and letters from my students. During class, a lot of the kids write “Prof Angelos” on cards and decorate them. I especially like the ones with stickers and stories. I think people just like to give.

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For you. ╰☆╮¤°.¸¸.·´¯`»¸¸.·☆

My sister sends me the most stuff of everyone.

I cannot tell you how much. She’s sent me a slip ‘n slide from the US. I am certain we are the only family in Italy with a slip ‘n slide. She’s also sent boxes upon boxes of toys for my kids and pressies for us.

One of my all time favorite gifts was when one of my dear readers who read my book was so thankful, he insisted on sending me a check. I didn’t want or need the money. I told him he could send my plastic baggies since I can’t find the zip lock ones here like those in the states.

My husband never walks in the door empty handed. He’s super generous with me and the boys. He buys them far too many clothes and shoes. And games. In the US, he and the boys surprised me a diamond ring. On a holiday in the French Italian border I was given a credit card and told to buy whatever I wanted. I bought a trinket ring.

My mother in law FILLS my fridge and freezer with hand made tortellini, broth, ready to eat foods and home made cakes and jams.

Fighting over checks. Always offering to pay.

In US, my friends ALWAYS have gifts for me to the point of embarrassment. They’ve given me bags of new clothes, you name it ~ gifts for the boys.

Most recently one of my facebook friends sent me a film to watch, that was just LOVELY of her to do.

For you. ╰☆╮¤°.¸¸.·´¯`»¸¸.·☆

For you. ╰☆╮¤°.¸¸.·´¯`»¸¸.·☆

But I must add, one of my all time favorite things to receive is your long letters or short comments. Each story is like a jewel to me. I almost wish we were in the age of letters so I could open each one and re read it slowly over coffee or hot tea. You guys opening up your lives to me and telling me about your adventures is just about the sweetest thing around.

So thanks for your gifts.

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4 responses to “► Be kinder ► than usual because you never know what kind of personal struggle someone is going through.

  1. Hi Julie.

    You must have good karma :-) But, I tend to think that you have even better family and friends.

    Reading about everyone’s adventures is enjoyable to me too; one of my favourite things about blogging.

  2. Sounds like you’re surrounded by lovely people. But I have a suspicion you’re pretty lovely yourself, that make people want to give you stuff :) I agree…personal stories are truly like jewels…what a lovely way to put it :)

  3. Hey Stephanie ~

    I think that’s ABSOLUTELY great that God has blessed you with so much stuff and you are happy to have it. I think. he he he.

    Since writing this post, three more gifts! ‘Tsup peeps! Thx. :)

  4. Stephanie

    Oops. I think I might be the 10 ton friend. In my defense, most of it is in the garage and belongs to my hubby. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. :P

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