I was on my way to Dollar Tree (LOVE $Tree) this morning. It’s been chilly and wet, but since we’re in Northern California, you know it’s not too bad. Still …
There’s a homeless guy and his dog, sharing a sleeping bag under awning of an empty storefront. Not begging, just hanging, and I was moved to give the guy $5 with the wish that he simply take care.
I did my shopping, came out, loaded the car, and started to leave. The guy was walking towards my car, and I waved, and he signaled me to stop. I did and rolled down my window and he handed me a white box with lovely white and blue ceramic napkin rings in it and wished me a Happy Thanksgiving.
Yes, I cried a bit on the way home. Yes I cried a bit when I told my husband about it and showed him the napkin rings, and yes, I’m crying a bit right now.
I know not everyone is in a place to give cash, not everyone is in a place where they can give at all; but when I give I do not expect anything in return. That, to me, is the true joy of giving; and the one thing we can all give is love for each other.
I could have refused his gift, I could have offered him more money for them. But instead I said, “Thank you.” Because why would I want to deny this man the joy of giving?
Just felt like a true Thanksgiving moment in these troubled times.