Mc-Grid-dle Blog.

by Nic Olson

Sounds tasty, doesn’t it?

Since the grid-blog happens so seldom now, I figured I’d join in on the fun, even with a topic like this. Just kidding, it’s a good topic. So what does generosity….

Look like: I have been eating breakfast every day with the college kids, so that means eggplant, potatoes, green beans, kidney beans, a lot of things I don’t know what they are, and of course rice. And every time I’m there I can’t help but stare at the generous helpings of rice in front of me. One time I went to India House in Regina and I ate so much that I couldn’t move after. Seriously, if I would’ve moved, I would’ve displayed the buffet on a different table than the buffet table. And it seems like they serve me that much here every meal. But I’m not complaining. Not just that, it is the generosity of all the people and what they are willing to do for you. I have met a load of people in this past 3.5 weeks. More than I ever have before, I’m sure, and every one of them has offered me many things. They have been generous beyond then my sense of the word. Other examples are obviously my parents, who have poured out love and time and money and new underwear to me. Without them I’d be no where. And of course there is the short list of others such as the Ashby’s, the New York Yankees, Lee Strobel, Andrew, Daisy, all the ants in my room, my bed, and of course Ray and Ellen.

Generosity seems hard for me. It is a great thing to do, to show it, but sometimes to accept it is hard. I guess it would be pride’s fault, or my fault, or my pride’s fault. If someone is willing to be generous, then it sometimes means that you are in a weakened or lowered position, and to admit that is hard. But then there is that generosity for no good reason but being generous. As usual, this likely makes no sense to anyone but me. Oh yeah, I forgot. What does generosity….

Sound like: kind words and a rippin’ solid guitar solo.

Smell like: I’m not too sure, possibly a bean burrito, or a nice warm slice of apple pie.

Taste like: Again, I am not sure, probably just as it smells. Or better.