...or something like that. I try to "pay forward" things that have been given/done to/for me. For instance (and a very pointed instance too!) - Zander and Janet kept me mentally afloat when I was depressed and out of work, and even fed me more than a few times, without asking for anything in return. So now that I'm solvent and no longer (quite so) depressed, I have the finances and energy to do the same for them, or anyone else who I perceive could do with a lift in life. If this means producing random Cthulhus, stripping half a hall's worth of wallpaper, knitting unexpected cardigans, turning up with a car and a sewing machine.... Well, why not? I can do it. Why shouldn't I? People have done much the same for me, *without expecting reward.* And so it goes round. Someday, probably, when I'm down on my life and luck again, someone else will pull a rabbit out of an invisible hat for me.

I don't owe them anything. They don't owe me anything. But if you can - do.