You bend over backwards to please
Years ago I was hired to teach in a school that was designed exclusively for psychiatric patients. The principal of that school spotted in me immediately the one quality he was looking for: I like to help.
Why? Why do I? Over the years I've had to examine my motivation. Do I want to please? Am I looking for that reward, no matter how discrete, that comes when people are pleased, and maybe even grateful? That can be a drug, and it can be profoundly unsatisfying.
I've worked hard to keep my 'helping' in line. Help because it pleases me. Better if the person on the other end doesn't even know about. Help because it is the only thing to do, because not helping is unacceptable.
It's a fine line to walk. Helping is the most wonderful thing. It's best when the recipient knows nothing, and you have the quiet awareness that somehow you've made a tiny dent in the the really horrible things that go on in the world. I think many of us feel powerless in the face of all the suffering. So, we do our little bit to 'help'.
Sometimes you have to bend over backwards...that is, go the extra mile. When that happens it has to be because you see a need and want to feel it. That's it. A kind of ethic, a way of being.
Great collage. Great issue. Very, very relevant to many people. Look at how wordy I became in response :))