Help

This morning, on my way to work, I gave $1 to a woman holding a carboard sign on the street. As I rolled my window back up, almost before I could feel good about it - I started thinking about what I had just done.

1. I was ashamed that giving only a dollar could begin to make me feel charitable. It's hardly a sacrifice to me, and definately doesn't go a long way for any one.

2. I never give money to anyone on the street in America but felt moved to do so because it was a woman asking for help.

3. I never would have done it if I wasn't sitting in the warm comfort of my car at a red light with a dollar handy.

There's no real conclusion to my experience, except that maybe I could deal with a little help in helping others.