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Day 217

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Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need. – Khalil Gibran

It’s 9: 59 PM on day 217 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, feed myself a bread and jam sandwich for breakfast, watch TV, listen to music – I love Keith Urban’s songs because truly we all live in this world and all of us can relate to love, hate, pain and heartbreak 🙂 – feed myself rice and curry for lunch, watch some more TV, continue reading Boundary Lines – the second book in Engaging The Enemy by Nora Roberts, feed myself noodles and vegetable curry for dinner, tweet about my Clean Water For All Campaign and read some more.

This morning as soon as our housekeeper came into work I was like an excited toddler I asked were the sandwiches enough to feed everybody (if you have no idea what I’m talking about refer to ‘Day 215’) and she replied smiling at my enthusiasm yes, they were and they said to tell you thank you and I just stared at her not knowing how to respond to gratitude they told me to take a photo of you because they want to see what you look like she finished as she went off to do house work and in that moment the frustration I felt on Saturday while making the sandwiches seemed insignificant compared to the joy I felt knowing that those sandwiches meant so much to them. Are you generous in spirit?

Day 198

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When all else fails go back to gratitude – that’s what I learned today 🙂

It’s 10: 42 PM on day 198 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, feed myself Spring rolls for breakfast, tweet about my Clean Water For All Campaign  for a few hours – no luck – feed myself rice and curry for lunch, email some people about my campaign – still waiting for replies –  feed myself Chapati – an unleavened flatbread – and vegetable curry  for dinner, tweet about campaign some more –still  no luck – and watched TV.

Today as I was lying on my bed attempting to turn to left-hand side – I was on my back – I remember thinking I hate my body, I hate my body, I hate my body but after a few moments had passed I came to the profound realization that my body – though it didn’t work like everybody else’s – was a capsule for my soul and with that I stopped being such an ingrate. In your moments of frustration do you get mad at life or say thank you God I’m still alive?