The most miserable people live in their own little worlds ofisolation. They do little for others and rarely have much fun.
I heard of one older gentleman who was considered by the townspeople
to be both rich and thrifty. His austerity earned him the reputationof a miser.
When he died, everyone expected the authorities to findmoney stashed everywhere in his home. All they found were a few galloncans filled with coins.
It came out that he had used most of his money to help put needy youngstudents through college. And the coins filled his pockets as hewalked down the streets of the business districts looking for carswhose parking meters had expired. When he found one, he would drop ina coin. One of his neighbors commented, "That explains why he lookedso happy and contented!"
Of course! People who go out of their way to help others will alwaysbe happy.
I once tried the same thing with parking meters. I decided that,whenever possible, I would look for expired meters and drop in a coin.It became a game to see how many I could find just around my own car.
Then I learned something disturbing. I discovered it was illegal to dothat in the city where I lived. When I learned that I was breaking thelaw, I quit looking for meters to feed. And I lost an extra bit of joyI found in anonymously helping out a stranger.
I believe that now it's time to change the rules of the game. It canbe about doing something kind for somebody else -- anything!
-- and notgetting caught. Anonymous notes or cards ... flowers on a desk ...raking leaves in secret ... you get the idea. The trick is to remainanonymous. Plan in secret, act in secret, and most of all, have fun.
It's a game that is guaranteed to make you smile. And best of all,everyone is allowed to play.