I was walking to the grocery store to grab a few things.
A homeless man tried to flag me down, but I was alone and flustered and my anxiety is bad so I kept walking.
At the store I bought him a sandwich, a water, and a brownie tray.
I walked around and found him and gave him the food.
I said my grandmother always said it isn’t a meal without dessert when I handed it to him. Not sure what possessed me to say that but I did.
He thanked me, wished me a good evening, I did the same.
As he crossed the street he dropped the water – And a man in a suit, looked like he was coming from work, stopped in the intersection, picked it up, and handed it to him.
I don’t have much, and there’s so many people that need so much. But maybe that day the man who picked up the water, someone else saw him and paid it forward. And then another did the same.
And maybe it will snowball, I don’t know. But I hope it does.
And the next time you give someone a meal – bring dessert.
Because we all need to feel like someone thought of us.
And one time when I was broke AF I saw a man sitting at cvs near my home. And I think it was a holiday because I had made pumpkin pie. So I asked that man if he’d like some and he said sure! So I went home, and I brought him a slice of pie and whip cream. Because that’s what I had.
And I didn’t post his face on social media for likes.
Theres no photos, no records of this. You can believe me or not or just think it’s a nice story.
But offering others’ crumbs and exploiting their suffering for likes and profit.
Well.
You sure ain’t no saint.
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