Friend, there are those people who are always looking out for others – taking care of the needs, wants, and desires of those around them. These are the people that when you make it to the gas station on fumes and empty pockets, meet you there, no questions asked, and fill your tank.
I’d distract myself with this feeling of being needed, thinking that it meant that I was valued, that I mattered. That my existence in the space of this individual’s life was something spectacular and magical.