There are times when I wonder why I do certain things. Today I had one of those moments. I was waiting with a small to start our morning run when a man pulled up and started talking to us. He quickly singled me out and started telling a wonderfully heart wrenching tale of personal troubles after which he asked for money. And then I gave him the money. Actually, I gave him more than he asked for.
As the day has progressed, I have considered why I gave him the money. Ultimately, I concluded that it just doesn’t matter that I gave him the money. What matters is that I believe I did a good deed. I helped someone in need. Yes, he could have been lying about his problem. But, really, does it matter? It doesn’t. And if he was then that is on him. As for me, I believe that when I chose to help someone, that choice will be returned to me tenfold. I may not know when or how, after all, I’m not keeping score here. It just seems to always work out for me.
That is what giving is really about. Giving should feel good, like you know you’re doing the right thing and that someone or something else will benefit from what you have done. Give it a try and see what happens to you. Give something away, be generous. The results might surprise you.