So, when I was younger, I use to be very compassionate and I would help anyone who asked. I remember this one time, Saturday morning....a Green Peace guy came to the door, I was young, i don't remember how young but I was the only one up. So when I answered the door, he started talking to me and telling me about all the trouble in the world and how we have to do something to help....i gave him all my change in my piggy bank. It wasn't a lot. I have never been a good saver....it was mostly pennies and nickels but he seemed really moved by the gesture. Then mom came down and yelled at him for taking advantage of a young impressionable kid. Anyways....I had a point buried somewhere in there. Somewhere along the way...i stopped believing that people needed help that the had to help themselves. Which I think is crazy. Yesterday with my new found believe that I am incredibly privileged to have what I have....I was approached by a very nice homeless man who just wanted food. I didn't want to give him money because...well i didn't have any. I never carry money any more..and it's a non-pay week. But I did have some sour keys in my purse...so i told him, i don't have any money but i have some sour keys if you want them...it's not very healthy but they are yours if you would like.
So off my new homeless man friend went off with sour keys for dinner.
I can't decide, did i help? or did the homeless man just humour me?
Who knows...but i felt happy....you know that general happiness feeling you get when you are in a good mood. I haven't felt that in awhile.
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