This week on my way to drop of the kids before work I noticed two crumpled up dollars on the passenger seat. I honestly had no idea where they came from. They could have fallen out of my purse or perhaps out of one of the kids’ backpacks. The primary point was that those two dollars were rather inconsequential to me.
We pulled up to our stop and there was a homeless man on the corner close to where I parked. He had one of those cardboard signs asking for help and looked dirty and tired.
I remembered those crumpled up dollars I found in the car. I know all the common arguments about just handing out money to “those people” but it occurred to me that those arguments are all judgments and who am I to judge. If he uses it to buy a pack of cigarettes – that is not my concern. My only concern should be that I have excess, he has none.
Read the entire post at Rocky Parenting, where Erin Hunt (aka huntchaos) is a contributor.
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