The season of giving

Yesterday, when I was walking into Goodie’s to get breakfast, there was an older black man standing by the door with a sign. It was cardboard with some scrawl on it and a picture of two small children. He bid me hello and I told him I’d help if I could, which was true, but I only had a five and needed food first. I got my bagel and drink and on my way out, said, “Here you go, man.” and handed him a single dollar, which was what I had left. He thanked me profusely and asked me to read his sign. Personally, I didn’t actually want to know. From what I could glean, he had children and needed money but wasn’t necessarily homeless.

This is how I prefer to partake in charity. I put spare change in the bell-ringer’s bucket, I do the 3 dollar food ticket at the Publix check-out and I will give non-threatening beggars money so long as they don’t try to interact with me more than necessary.

The Christmas season makes me feel rather giving but I also feel guilty that I don’t do this all year ’round. I don’t think I could necessarily afford that but right now, I seem to have a bunch of extra money. At least enough to give here and there. I make promises like, “When I have a higher paying job I will give more to charitable funds.” But I don’t know. It’s not exactly easy to make those kinds of changes to your life. I already recycle and do my part when necessary. For example, I found this site on Etsy that I fell in love with. Well, the concept was intriguing anyway. I go to coffee places frequently and thought it would be cool to have my own sleeve. If you read the shop profile, you’d realize that the recycled sleeves are actually quite pollutant, as is all garbage, I suppose. But, like the canvas grocery bags, I feel like every little thing helps. Are there less plastic bags being produced just because I don’t take my food home in them? No. But I’m not throwing any away either.

(Though, as a side-note, plastic bags are really just dinosaurs fulfilling their destiny. They died, sunk into the earth and decomposed, creating crude materials that were then harvested millions of years later and turned into plastic. Tell your dinosaur-interested kid THAT the next time you’re in the grocery store. :))

Christmas being right around the corner and my bank account dwindling due to all the shopping, I don’t know how much I can keep giving before I’ll need to start cutting back. But I do what I can, and that’s all anyone can do.

Merry Christmas, everyone.  This includes my commenters and my lurkers. I probably won’t be around too much until next  Monday when Ash goes back to work and I’m off with Elliot. I’ll try to save naptime for blogtime. See ya next week!

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