Why Helping Others Feels Great

"I read your blog."

I find that to be a tremendous honor whenever I encounter someone who tells me that. Even though I have not written in months, that doesn't seem to be an issue. Very few seem to notice. I'd like to think that means my past posts are timeless and that there are plenty to peruse and laugh at until the early morning hours.

Since I've lived in San Francisco – five months – I've run into countless people that I haven't seen in years, many of whom have told me, "I read your blog..." Granted, they never say they read my blog and like it. In fact, if given the opportunity to be more forthcoming, the sentence would probably be completed like, "I read your blog... with a great amount of disdain and contempt for you as a human being. Your mother must be ashamed. And may God have mercy on your soul."

But I like to cut people off at "blog..." and start gushing, "YOU READ MY BLOG!?!? THAT'S GREAT!!! AREN'T I THE FUNNIEST?!? AND HANDSOMEST??? THANK YOU!!!"

Then I like to skip off down the street with my cotton candy in hand.

Ignorance is bliss! And I'm a really good skipper. Like, if there were an Olympic Skipping event, I would represent the United States. Unfortunately, six years old seems to be the cut off age of social skipping acceptability. That's BULLSH*T!

But I'll continue that fight for another time. In actuality, your comments give me the inspiration to write more. Everyone wants a little bit of social love and proof -- I'm no different. I have exposed a lot of my vulnerabilities, my dreams, my hopes, my angst, and my heartbreak through my writings, in hopes that it will help others out -- even if it is just through a few laughs. There's still a lot of me you all will never know, but the rewards I've received have been truly priceless. Even after five months of blog silence, people will still write me and open themselves up to a complete stranger. They will tell me their pain, either asking for advice or just needing someone to talk to.

After a few messages, I often hear something along the lines of, "I can't believe I'm telling you all this. I don't even know you, but I feel I can open myself up to you."

This is the greatest compliment you can ever give me as a writer.

(A large stack of cash and a handjob would also be nice, but that has yet to happen.)

As with all I do in life, I will always put myself out there. I lead with my heart. (Brains come last in everything I do. And sometimes not at all! Surprising, huh?)

Like the Jesus-looking guy at Kinko's said to Jerry Maguire, "That's how you become great, man. Hang your balls out there."

While I may never be "great," I believe YOU always can be. Kevin, the writer, the helper, the healer, is back -- HAHAHA -- with wishes that you'll always strive for greatness.

Thank you for confiding in me. I look forward to writing more in the days to come.

Kevin L.

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