A friend gave me a five dollar bill from her own personal finances so that I could walk across some highly trafficked road surfaces and hand it to a woman standing on the divider leading in and out of this metropolis.
I saw her with her sign: "Traveling, Broke, Hungry" and my empathy and compassion kicked me in the gut. She's probably about my age. She had a bag or two weighing down on her and some personal items leaning on a stoplight pole. All that disgusting wealth built up and towering over her in skyscrapers, glistening with shiny and clean glass (neon lit at night). And this woman with a cardboard sign that might as well have been written on with shoe polish, for all I knew.
I walked to her, handed her the bill and said "My life sucks and when I saw you, I needed to do something." She was thankful and we spoke briefly about where she was headed and her struggles that complicated it (family scattered, dog traveling, too, distance to go, etc). We shook hands and parted ways.
It was not my money. It was the money of a friend who also has compassion and empathy for fellow human beings. She felt my empathy and knew she could help me help the other woman.
It's called society, people. Try it out some time. Pass it on.
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