Today is my Father’s Birthday and I cannot thank him enough for all the kindness he has given me, toughness he’s helped me cultivate and generosity he has shown. I try my Best to be like him in most regards cause he’s such a Hard worker and such Great man I really aspire to be as great as. He’s done so much for me and I really want to be able to pay him and my mother back for all they’ve done but so far all I can do is ask a few of you if you would mind in assisting me wish my Dad
They can awaken a deep appreciation for the world around us and inspire a profound sense of awe. This sensation is often accompanied by an awareness of something larger than ourselves… that we play a small part in an intricate cosmic dance that is life.
But is that experience strictly personal? New research from UC Berkeley and UC Irvine suggests that experiencing awe can actually prompt us to act more benevolently toward others. In other words, awe can help make the world a better place.
“For hundreds of years, people have talked about the importance of awe to human life and interpersonal relations,” says Paul Piff, an assistant professor of psychology and social behavior at UC Irvine. “And just now we are beginning to devise tools for testing it and understanding it.”
Piff and his team conducted a series of experiments to investigate the types of experiences that inspire awe, how awe facilitates positive behavior towards others, and how these effects are distinct from those of other pro-social emotions.
In the first study, participants were asked to rate the frequency that they generally feel awe, and then completed a test that measured generous behavior. Results showed that those who experience more awe tend to behave more generously, even after accounting for other positive emotions like compassion or love.
My flight is officially the most generous flight of all flights and you can’t argue with me
For those who don’t know, I’m 9 months pregnant with my first child. When I first found out, I made a forum post in Earth because I didn’t want to hold it in, but I knew I had to wait to tell people til I’d announced it to my parents and in-laws…
So I told Earth.
Well, I’m getting induced tonight, and I updated said thread (I’ve been keeping it updated for the entire pregnancy), then laid down and took a nap so I’d be rested for tonight.
When I woke up, it was to 12 messages, 3 pages of forum posts, and all the gifts and notifications… User Demos had organized a baby shower in Earth for me. I am beyond floored by the love of my flight and their generosity. <3 Thanks to each and every one of them!!!
I don’t understand why you guys don’t want to talk about the party.
How about the fact that someone was kind enough and stuck their neck out enough to share it with people who cared, we were lucky enough to actually see a photo and share with you that it exists but yet don’t want to compromise someone’s generosity? Can’t that be good enough? Speaking for myself, I really don’t give a fig if people doubt me or compare us to a certain someone. I was personally grateful to see it and consider it a nice gesture that Jess was willing to let her readers know it existed. Maybe people need to be reminded of how much integrity Jess has and that she walks a fine line between accepting inside information and sharing it with her readers and friends. Let’s be thankful she cares enough to share anything.
I want to take the time to say thanks to every person that took the time out of their day to draw attention to my birthday. I have truly surrounded myself with the best people and I am truly humbled by the kindness and generosity I’ve been shown today.
I just want to take a moment to say a huge thank you to all of you who have been here for me this past week. It’s been one bad thing after another for me, and this community has been the only thing keeping me sane. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without all of you.
Thank you so much for the kind words of support and encouragement that so many of you sent to my inbox. Thank you so so so much to those of you who donated money to help me out and/or signal boosted my cry for help. I was literally in tears yesterday from how touched I am by your love and generosity. I’ve never felt so much like I was part of a family, and this community continues to amaze me. I only hope that I can repay all of you in some way.
Things are going to be a bit hectic for me over the next month. I was able to talk to my parents last night and move up my moving date, so I’ll be dealing with that transition for the next few weeks in addition to the blog/community work I’ve got. It may take me a little bit longer to act on somethings, but I’m not planning a hiatus right now, so it will get done. I promise you.
Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I can’t express how grateful I am.
It had been a good few months now and Cassowary was beginning to notice the smell. Someone different, someone other than her Swan was all over the damn pillows and she had an idea of who it was. Very rude, this girl to continue enjoying the luxuries of their house without giving the proper services back to them. Throwing their generosity back in their faces. Well that was going to end soon.
Cassowary waited until the Cat was sleeping in one of the guest rooms (the one she was most fond of, apparently), and welcomed herself in. Silent and waiting for Tegan to notice her presence. If not, she had ways.
Our impressions of other people’s characters can trump our assessments of how they might benefit us, new research suggests.
“When we learn and make decisions about people, we don’t simply look at the positive or negative outcomes they bring to us—such as whether they gave us a loan or helped us move,” explains lead author Leor Hackel, a doctoral candidate in New York University’s psychology department.
“Instead, we often look beyond concrete outcomes to form trait impressions, such as how generous a person seems to be, and these impressions carry more weight in our future social decisions.”
The researchers’ statistical tests showed that participants learned generosity information (the proportion the player gave relative to his endowment) more strongly than reward value (the absolute amount the player actually gave).
The strong tendency to focus on a player’s trait characteristics was striking, the study’s authors note, given that computer modeling revealed that a focus on a player’s reward value would have yielded more shared money to the participant.
During the studied period, the researchers examined the brain activity of the subjects as they learned about the reward value and generosity of other players. Here, they found that subjects used a particular part of the brain—the ventral striatum—in learning reward value from the feedback of players—a result consistent with previous research.
However, they found that the striatum was also involved in learning about a player’s trait generosity, over and above their reward value, suggesting this neurological region has a broader role in learning than previously thought.
“We think our findings will change the way scientists think about the role of value and the striatum in learning about people and things,” observes Amodio. “In other words, our results show that people naturally see others and even objects in terms of more general characteristics—and not just in terms of mere reward value.”
I’m in a really really bad situation and am really hoping on Ay communities generosity to help me.
My Mom has gotten conned out of all her money for the month, which meas we have /no/ income for this entire month. I am offering real cheap basing commissions for paintbrushes, or paypal pay. The examples above show my edits and bases, this is why some of the bases are blank.
War, terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won. A people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost. When the traitors were defeated, we swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.
Few people in the cynical and unforgiving movie industry could have been as spontaneously and naturally generous as Marilyn. No sooner did she earn her first modest sums for walk-on roles than she began to make gifts to the people who mattered most to her. When her income increased, she extended her largesse to people in need, whether in the form of sponsoring charities or helping out crew members in financial difficulty.
Out of the $800 Marilyn earned in early 1949 for her brief cameo in the Marx brothers’ movie, Love Happy, she bought a gold watch for former lover Fred Karger and gifts for his mother and sister. She also sent a present to her former benefactors Lucille Ryman and John Carroll.
Long-time hairdresser and friend Ages Flanagan deliberately bit her lip before mentioning to Marilyn that there was some garment or household item she liked the look of; Marilyn would invariably make a few calls and the next day that item would be delivered direct to the Flanagan home.
On a December 1950 shopping trip to Tijuana, Marilyn spent most of the money she had brought to buy travel companion Natasha Lytess a gold-framed ivory cameo brooch. Two months later Marilyn came to Lytess’s rescue when she heard her drama coach needed an extra $1000 to complete the purchase of a small house in Hollywood; the day after finding out about the problem, Marilyn arrived at the Lytess’s house with the money, which she raised by selling a gift Johnny Hyde had given her.
In 1952, the year her career really took off, Marilyn contacted Lucille Ryman and offered to pay her back the money Ryman and her husband had given her when she had been penniless. An amazed Ryman told her there was no need, but if she wanted she could pass it on to some other young actress struggling as Marilyn had done.
Yet Marilyn still felt the need to reciprocate to people who showed her kindness. This included the widow of drama teacher Michael Chekhov. For years after Michael’s death, Marilyn would stop in and visit Xenia when time allowed, and help out when money was tight. She was even named as a beneficiary in Marilyn’s will. Weeks after filing for divorce from Joe DiMaggio, she gave him a gold watch to mark his fortieth birthday. Marilyn gave acting coach Paula Strasberg a string of pearls she had received from the emperor of Japan, after Paula admired it once too often. John Strasberg’s best eighteenth birthday present was the keys to Marilyn’s 1955 black Ford Thunderbird convertible.
Husband Arthur Miller received a full Encyclopedia Britannica, the Strasbergs were showered with books and records, while Susan Strasberg was delighted to receive a Chagall sketch which Marilyn had picked out because “it looked like you.”
On her 1962 trip to Mexico to find furniture for her new Spanish-style home, Marilyn visited a local orphanage and made a $10,000 donation. This was just one of many occasions when she gave her time and money to worthy causes. Numerous friends of Marilyn’s attest to the fact that she could not walk past a homeless person without slipping a dollar bill into his hand. During her many incognito forays along New York streets, she would stop and talk to down and outs who importuned her. She felt guilty if she had left her apartment without any money and therefore couldn’t help out.
In her last interview, to Life journalist Richard Meryman, the one answer she asked him not to use in the article concerned a donation she had made; giving was a private gesture for Marilyn, her charitable works were not something she wanted or needed to share with the public.
The generosity of strangers never ceases to amaze me.
Earlier this week, my girlfriend and I took a mini-vacation to the beach in Wildwood, New Jersey. It was our first time being at the beach together while it was warm enough to be in the ocean. In typical Shane fashion, I worried (unnecessarily) that Anna would be overworked by the duties of keeping me alive, especially when the gargantuan beach wheelchair was thrown into the picture.
Getting me onto the beach is fairly simple, assuming I have a team of 18 Olympic athletes assisting me. The beach wheelchair is constructed with creaky PVC piping, huge inflatable rubber tires, and mesh seating. Assembling and disassembling the wheelchair (which must be done to get it in the van) takes determination, brute strength, and luck. The chair would hold a small rhinoceros, so when you plop tiny, malnourished me into it, the result is lots of room for my frail body to get tossed around. We compensate by filling this extra space with a thousand pillows (okay… one towel). Once I’m finally locked in, I could be hit by a dump truck and not feel a thing, which is important, because pushing the damn contraption is even harder than getting it together. Pushing it over lumpy sand is a whole different monster.
Anyway, Anna handled all of these challenges (completely on her own) like the champion of a human being that she is. I can’t praise her enough. Kids should be learning about her in elementary school curriculums. She’s on the same level as Einstein and Hercules and Gandhi.
But during our beach day, we encountered a moment of unexpected generosity that also needs to be recognized.
After a few hours, we decided we’d spent enough time lounging in the 97 degree sun, so Anna packed up all our gear and loaded me back into the beach wheelchair of death for the haul back to the hotel. We zigzagged our way through the masses of sunbathers in a slow but steady path to the street. Near the top of the beach, where it gets steep by the dunes, Anna started to have some trouble pushing me up. The massive tires kept getting stuck in craters of sand. She could have easily powered through, but she was also very aware that even the tiniest bumps were hard on my neck.
A man (who I will call Clint) standing near his family’s blanket noticed her struggling.
“Need a hand?” asked Clint.
Anna began to respond that she was okay, but before the words had formed, Clint walked over and began pulling my chair from the front while Anna continued to push. We made it up the hill with ease.
Clint asked again if we were okay, and then returned to his family. It was such a small act of kindness, but he had no obligation to assist us (no one else on the beach offered a hand, and it didn’t strike us as rude).
Clint stepped up to help a stranger just for the sake of being decent, and I think that kind of genuine generosity is worth sharing.