For example, someone who did something for someone because they truly love them and not for their own benefit. When was a time that you saw this happen?
For example, someone who did something for someone because they truly love them and not for their own benefit. When was a time that you saw this happen?
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Resistance is the deepest form of love ❤️
Respect
Appreciation. Remembrance. Reaching out.
My dad always held my mother’s hand when they walked together. People thought it was cute and it was, but as they got older, it was also to guide my mom who was going blind.
They were so in tune from walking together that way that most people weren’t aware of the extent of her vision loss and just thought they were walking hand in hand. Dad always made sure to call people by their names so she’d know who was standing there, too, because she was unable to see faces.
> someone who did something for someone because they truly love them and not for their own benefit.
Feeding someone counts as doing something for someone not for their own benefit. In a loving relationship, people feed each other.
My 10 year old son this weekend. Crying after he’d finished his running race because he thought we were going to have to leave before his friend ran his. Watching him offer him words of encouragement before hand, give him tips on how he can best his time, watching him wait patiently at the entrance to the finish line so he could scream his name and run with him to the finish… and then immediately get him water and a banana whilst telling him how amazing he done.
I don’t know where that boy came from. But I’m proud to say he’s my son.
My animals. They love me irregardless
Compromise, sacrifice
A man’s love for his doggo 100% without question.
I got my guy from the shelter. He was a double return because nobody else wanted or could handle him. He has had cancer twice and knee surgery on both knees to the tune of many many thousands of dollars. I did none of this for anyone’s benefit but his. I just choose to do good stuff for animals.
* Not that there aren’t benefits: Turns out guys who are kind and loving to animals are reaaaallly attractive to women. I would still do it even if that weren’t the case. I’m just not complaining.
Mother and child is the truest form of love. In general. Nobody will care about you like your mother.
I see altruistic love every day from my partner. He does things for me and other people all the time without any thought of recompense.
That’s Agape, from Ancient Greek, meaning the highest form of love – a profound sacrificial love – selfless, sacrificial and unconditional love.
“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”
John 15:13
True love is when a cold and starving young mother wraps her little baby in her clothes and holds it to her empty, aching breast to feed, though it can only drink by biting hard, drawing blood to suck.
Clear-eyed accuracy about the world, oneself, and the partner will lead to love all over.
My sister. She was my hero. My husband died a very sudden and unexpected death at age 40. A genetic heart defect we just found out about. We were speaking one minute and I found him dead on our bed the next. Attempted CPR but he was gone. We had no kids. We had each other. I adored that man. I’m a strong woman, but his death dropped me to my knees and I couldn’t find a way to get back up. I couldn’t even get out of bed. I truly felt I wouldn’t survive his death. Those I thought would be there to help support me were no where in sight. But she was there for me. She took care of my daily needs as well as emotional support. During this time I had Carpal Tunnel and ended up having surgery on both hands. One at a time. The bandaging was literally the size of a football from my elbow to the tips of my fingers. I couldn’t do anything. And she was right there. I know I wouldn’t have made it without her. If I was having a rough day and being bitchy, I would always tell her it’s not you, it’s me. Don’t pay attention to me. And she would say, “It’s okay Diane. I don’t.” And it would make me laugh. My God, the laughter and the tears that we shared. She ended moving in with me. 6 years ago, she died of brain cancer at the age of 58. The last month of her life she was unable to open her eyes. Literally had no control of her eye lids and was essentially blind. Not once did that woman utter a complaint or “Why Me?” She asked me for 2 things. To die at home with me by her side and to take care of her cat when she was gone. I was right there when she took her final breath and her cat, Misty, is laying on her blanket on the corner of my desk as I write this. I miss her more than words could express. My dearest friend and sister.