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点滴分享，幸福加分 　　This is not a story about sharing in a big way. This is not a story about using any of the new and exciting organizations for sharing， or about creating one. This is a story about the little， old-fashioned ways we all know how to share yet rarely think about. 　　My ex-husband left my daughter and me about four years ago， and we rarely hear from him. He has a lot of problems to deal with before he can take on the 1）responsibilities of fatherhood. I have no 2）grudge against him. Still， this means I’m one of the many struggling single mothers， who are mostly painted as tax-sucking 3）leeches and 4）inadequate parents. 　　The life I lead and am able to provide for my daughter would not exist without sharing. 　　Families Have Shared... 　　Families opened up their homes to us， so I never had to choose between paying 5）rent and paying for childcare. In the early days， they would have been about the same 6）amount per month. This meant I could continue to 7）pursue a degree instead of 8）dropping out and working two or three jobs which would have barely covered expenses anyhow. 　　My Friends and I Share with Each Other... 　　Every week， I help a couple clean their home， washing dishes and floors and 9）sinks and 10）tubs. In return， they take me 11）grocery shopping for 12）pantry 13）staples like oatmeal， nuts， honey， and pasta. Then we all settle into dinner at their place， share a meal， and a couple of beers， with 14）popsicles for the kids. That’s more 15）nourishing to me than the groceries I just earned， to be honest. I’ll watch their kids so they can go on date night； they’ll watch mine whenever I find myself in need of childcare. 　　I have friends who make homemade jams and 16）distribute them to all their friends， just out of a desire to give. I have friends who do the same with homemade 17）laundry soap， and for the same reason. The 18）counselor at the clinic I work in brings 19）produce from her garden every week during the growing season for everyone who works