My Good Deed

How many good deeds are you supposed to do to be a "good person"? Is it one a day? One a week? One big one a lifetime? I used to try and do one a day but then life expanded its hold and I ended up at one a week. I've been trying to maintain that pattern. I don't count trivial things like holding a door or offering well wishes or a smile to someone who isn't having the best time (ie cashier anywhere). Those are things that we should do automatically, at least that's how I view the world. I got my good deed for the week done on Saturday and I'm pretty happy about it for a number of reasons. I'm not boasting here, I'm hoping that reading this you ignites thought in your head about things that you could do. That's all well and good, but what did you do that you're so fired up about. I'll tell ya. So I returned from St Louis with a sinus infection type of malady. I wasn't feeling great but didn't want to languish all day in the comfort of my sheets. (just kidding, you know I don't believe in anything past the fitted sheet) I checked the group convo with the boys and saw that Ronny had 1-800-GOT-JUNK coming to take away some of his trash. I had been burned previously by their high prices. They charged me $600 to take away half a truck worth of cardboard and junk after I moved and I was shocked and dismayed by this. From previous experience I knew that there was a garbage dump near his house that was pretty cheap to drop stuff at. I suggested he cancel their services and instead the Tugboat would careen over there and help him out. I did just that, bolting out of bed and rushing over. Not only did we get the load the destined for those trash bandits but I was there early enough that we had time to carry an old couch out of the basement and throw it out. He hadn't planned on that previously because the garage was full of other stuff and he didn't have a hulking hero to help carry it. So because we cleared extra space in the basement he was able to supplant his home gym from garage to the basement and now has one-stop shop for his workout needs. I felt good about helping him out. He only had to pay out $19 in tipping fees rather than several hundred for the refuse pirates. He was very happy about freeing up extra space that he can now use for other purposes in his home. It was win-win for us. It also forced me to get out of bed and move around which ultimately helped me sleep more deeply. That deep sleep went far to aid in my battle against illness. So I guess by that conjoined logic, my distaste for 1-800-GOT-JUNK cured my sickness. Right?