My gifts are giving to others. I have been taking care of people since I was young but an actual job since 1988. My father was disabled from a fire when he was younger. I watched my mother help him. I feel watching her may have sparked the interest. I also find strength helping people when they are grieving. I don't know where this comes from? It might of been from some spiritual awakening when I lost my first close friend from college. It's all a mystery. I understand the feeling eating out alone, but I have gotten used to it. I don't have to be, I just don't mind.