How Forks Taught Me to Be Selfless

During my college years, my roommate and I had two kinds of forks in our kitchen. There were the deformed Dollar Tree forks (the standard) and stainless steel Kroger forks with handles that provided optimal comfort (the exception). I naturally preferred the Kroger forks, as did my roommate. Typically there were enough forks to ensure that we were both happy and petty campers.

One evening as I was fixing dinner, I took a look in the silverware drawer...there were only two forks. The standard and the exception. My first thought was "Absolutely not, let me just grab the cute fork before Soul (my roommate) notices." Right as I put our respective forks on our plates, I felt this odd guilt. Like the universe has raised a judging eyebrow up at me because I knew better. And it's true, I did know better. That's my homegirl. I should always want her to have the best, even if it means that I get the perceived lesser.

Now I know it sounds simple and trivial but it was one of my favorite lessons in selflessness. I grew up an only child in a single-parent household where my mother would EXPECT me to give her the best. However, there's this quiet beauty in feeling compelled to offer someone the prime choice. Now that I think about it, I find it almost exciting to give my friends the best piece of chicken.

We are not at a disadvantage when we want the best for those around us. In fact, the simple act of pouring someone's glass first can do small, yet significant, wonders for personal growth. By learning to selflessly give, we also learn to lovingly receive. So pour someone's glass first, let them grab the best piece of chicken, and always give them the best fork.

-The Good-Natured Troublemaker

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