I fed a homeless man last night.
I wasn't going to tell anyone, since it was a private decision, but I do wish I had had my kids with me so that they could have seen how easy and painless it can be to help someone in need.
My brother was in town and at home with them when I went out to go pick up the pizza for dinner. Funny that we had had a conversation earlier in the day about the sad state of our country and how as we have grown older we don't feel like we can make a difference anymore. So as I drove past this man sitting on the corner with his sign "homeless and hungry," that conversation with my brother replayed in my head. The thought did cross my mind that he maybe wasn't homeless or hungry, but as I picked up my pizza I also picked up an order of bread and a cold bottle of water for him anyway.
When I drove back past him, another car was already pulled over and handing him two slices of pizza! So with my garlic bread and water, he ended up with a nice meal. He was very appreciative, but I was the one who was ultimately blessed.
So many people have helped me this year. People I know and ones who choose to remain anonymous. It feels good to give back a little.
Imagine if we all did that once a day everyday...
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You did a wonderful thing and yes, it would be nice if more did that. Giving money to homeless most often resulted in them going to the liquor store or going to drugs but food is always a welcome sight ... you are a good person to do what you had done!!
Nice one Dee.
The times I've walked on by when I could have given some of what I had are many... That will stick in my mind now. Thanks.
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