When I was a kid there was no better day for me than my birthday, followed closely by Christmas. Those were the two days in the year when receiving was at its max, presents, presents and more presents. Over the years, those two days have constantly lost importance in my life, to the extent that even some of my close friends comment on the fact that I don’t like my birthdays anymore. What changed? What happened? Does this happen to everyone?
I am going to go ahead and partly blame my adorable niece, Andrea, for my “issue”. Since I don’t have any children, Andrea is as close as it gets to my own child. Unfortunately, due to the fact that we are 3,000 miles apart, I only get to see Andrea about 2 or 3 times a year. The only thing that I MUST take with me when I go visit my brother is a present for Andrea. Seeing the extreme excitement in her face whenever I open the bag to take out her present is, like the MasterCard commercial would say, priceless. She was the one that showed me that I get more joy out of her happiness than out of mine own. Sure, I still love receiving, but I truly believe I gain more when I give than when I receive.
-Nick



