I’ve given at home and at work. I feel good when I give. No one sees what I give. Or what I get.
And that reminds me of beer. No one sees what beer does to my insides, the feeling of warmth and compassion it brings. Sometimes tears. Very often laughter. .And those are the outward signs.
A compassionate cocktail consists of a splash of everything you’ve ever wanted to be splashed with. Kindness, generosity, understanding–all things that have left a bitter taste in your mouth in the past. But with just the right ratios, conclude down your throat and fill you with satisfaction.
And then you burp.