Perhaps it's because some of my past memories of personal struggles that make me question whether or not I'm really all that reliable; however, just as much as those memories surfaced, others did too, ones where I was in a place where I was with people I cared about and vis versa. It was in those places of support and love where I was enthusiastic to help them, even almost jumping to the chance. In so many instances, I'd even go the extra mile and do something extra, often a result of some new idea or experiment that would be beneficial. If it happened to be a great success, my inner child would come out, and my enthusiasm for this new discovery would fail to be held in anymore. Some people get it, some don't, but nothing stops that sense of accomplishment, particularly when I know it will be helpful.
That's not my common way though. As mentioned before, subtle is me. I will help and do things quietly and don't really care about whether anyone notices or not. I'm there watching and helping in quiet anonymity.
