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Give what you can. . .

Don't be indiscriminate, and research the charitable organizations before you send that check or donate online if there is any question about how your donation(s) might be used since there are, apparently, a few bad apples out there.  That said, give what you can, when you can, to help your fellow humans in need wherever that might be.

As an average guy working to kick up his everyday style several notches, it's important to keep in mind that one of the most stylish things a man can do is to support various charitable organizations, either by volunteering one's time, or with an occasional cash donation.  It's not something you need to talk about or volunteer in general conversation, and quiet sanctimony isn't permitted either.  Helping the greater good should simply be something you do when you are able.  

Pulling oneself up by one's bootstraps is part of our national myth in the United States.  And the idea is all well and good.  But at the same time, we can't let people fall through the cracks or do without basic necessities either.  Allowing that to happen does nothing to help improve the state of the world, which seems to be in pretty sad shape in many areas and respects these days.  It is important to remember that there are many people less fortunate who could use the help, either locally, nationally, or internationally.

Hmm.  Another post that has little to do with menswear, accessories, or shoes.  This could be habit forming.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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-- Heinz-Ulrich

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