Charity is Personal !

It’s December, the season of giving. It’s a time to reflect on our blessings, extend a hand to those in need, and support causes that resonate deeply with us. It’s the time when we open our hearts—and sometimes our wallets—to causes that speak to us.

But let’s be honest: it’s also the time when the lines between passion and pressure can blur.

Amidst goodwill and generosity, this season also brings an important lesson: charity is personal.

I got calls from two people, you know the kind you get around the holidays, soliciting donations? When I said no thank you, the caller almost became belligerent. How could I not give???

A few Years ago, I used to be upset with people I knew for not donating to my personal favorite charities. Those causes meant everything to me. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t resonate with everyone else.

But then, a simple conversation over chai with a dear friend shifted my perspective. I shared my disappointment about how no one in my circle ever donated to a charity walk I’ve supported for years. After listening patiently, my friend gently said, “You know, charity is personal.”

That conversation changed everything.

I realized that just as I have my passions, others have theirs. What speaks to my soul might not resonate with yours. And that’s okay. Since then, I’ve learned to be gracious—both in asking and in receiving.

It’s easy to become so passionate about a cause that we forget the beauty of diversity. Your chosen charity might be about feeding the hungry, while someone else’s could be about education, environmental conservation, or animal rescue. None of these are "better" or "worse,” they’re simply different facets of the same spirit of giving.

Giving isn’t always about money. Some give their time, others their skills, and or simply spread the word about a cause. Acts of kindness, big or small, are all effective.

These acts of kindness are as valuable as any financial contribution.

This season, if you’re asking for donations, please remember to ask with kindness, and leave room for a “no.” Understand that a “no” doesn’t mean a lack of support—it simply reflects someone else’s priorities or circumstances.

Let’s carry empathy in our hearts. Respect the choices of others and celebrate the generosity that makes this season so special.

What causes move you this year? I’d love to hear about the things that light up your heart. After all, the beauty of giving is in the stories behind it. I have picked this particular charity whereby 100 % of the money raised goes to feed school meals and pays for their education.

Be enthusiastic about your cause, but also remember charity is personal. Ramblings for today.

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