Helping A Grateful Person Hits Differently.

Helping others isn't something everybody find easy to do especially when rendering help to others makes you uncomfortable at some point. I am wired to help as long as I have the capacity to help; all I need is that it is registered in my own heart and conscience that I did something good. The joy that comes from helping someone who genuinely needs help can't really be expressed with words. I just feel a sort of satisfaction and joy within myself.

Money aside, there are lots of ways to help people and from my experience money is not even top 1 in the help people need: I do not mean to down play the role of money and how it can be a poweful tool. Basically, I help as much as I can even when I get uncomfortable but I make sure I don't get hurt in the process of helping.

In my second year in the university, I found my first circle of friends and I was gradually learning how to come out of my shell. I really don't know how to engage with others then. I was quite free among these guys I call my friends, we visit each other often. Six ladies and 3 guys. Middle of second year first semester, one of the guys was given 3 days notice to leave his hostel. I got to know through one of us and she pleaded with me to allow him stay with me, he was the only one I wasn't close too. It was a difficult decision becaue I already loved my space since first year and I never imagined or planned to live with someone.

I agreed and he packed in the next day, came with his dad and I couldn't count the number of times I heard thank you. I did it without any regret. Unknown to me, this guy that's now staying with me is so gentle, an introvert and god fearing. Imagine someone like him staying with an introvert like me 😂😂. We don't say much to each other, very crazy thing. Besides, we are in the same department and same level. We both stay on our phones till we are hungry then we suggest what to eat, go out to buy it and then cook.

The plan was that he'd stay with me for the rest of first term but he stayed till the end of the second semeste, so he paid me 40% of the actually price he was meant to pay. Unknown to him, my parents insisted that I do not allow him stay more than the agreed time and he should pay completely. I somehow convince them (can't even remember how I convinced them) but it worked and I spent the money myself. My foodstuffs were his and his were mine.

When we resumed third year, he was still staying with me because this weren't so smooth for his parent at that time. He was not getting much from home so we shared my foodstuffs like we both owned it and I never for once felt like the real owner because this guy has proved his gratitude by helping me each time I need help. We communicate better now and closer than we were when we first met.

Now, he has gotten his own room in the same hostel I stay. I confidently go to his room to eat when I don't have what to eat and he gives without holding back because we both acknowledge how we've been helpful to each other. I've lost count of times we helped each other when there was no other person to run to. Currently in our fourth year and I can say we are friends. All I did was help him two years ago, I never knew we would turn out to be friends that gladly share anything with each other. I am grateful for having him as one of my friends.

An help you render today can give you access to a better future and tomorrow you never imagined.