Growing up, I’ve always thought of myself as a selfish person. I was, and still am, surrounded by some of the most giving people to ever grace the Earth with their presence – My mother and my grandmother, being the most prevalent. They are the definition of self-less. They will drop anything and everything to help someone in need; whether that be a family member, friend or stranger. Not only are they willing to drop anything and everything, they do so without even flinching. Without wondering how it may affect themselves or their day.
Me, on the otherhand, I’d take a couple seconds to regroup my thoughts – “How will this affect me? Can I even help? Am I the right person to help?”. When its all said and done, yes, I always (well, more often than not), will help anyone that may need it. I just never did it as gracefully as my mom and grandma, who – let’s face it – are the gold standard of selflessness. Which then lead me to believe I was a selfish person.