I gave a stranger a $40 grocery card today.

As a general rule, I am the type of person that does NOT hand out money to the person who asks for spare change. I want to know where my money is going if I am going to donate even a dime. I don't want my money going to drugs or alcohol. I want it to go to your next meal or place to stay, and because you can't convince me that will be the case, my change stays in my pocket when I pass you by in the street.

Stopped at a red light after leaving a drive-thru, the usual guy was standing on the boulevard with his sign... but I want to know I am actually helping, not hurting, with my donation of a few lint-covered coins. I avoid eye contact with him. I turn the other cheek, and I hate it. It's inhumane. So this time, I roll down my window and ask him if he wants my fries. His eyes light up - he does want my fries! "God bless you." he says, and I think "No, God bless you."

A week or so later, I am stopped at a different red light. There's another guy with another sign and I am glad that I thought of a way to help last time, that didn't compromise my values so I scan my car. I honestly don't have any cash this time, but I just left the grocery store, I pay with gift cards, so there's one of those on the seat beside me... I roll down my window and tell him I have no money, but would he like a grocery card. He would, thank you so much. That card was worth $40!! And I gave it away.

I'm not telling you any of this to receive any kind of kudos. In fact, I don't at all like the idea of philanthropy for recognition. (I am apparently very opinionated when it comes to charity!) I am telling you this to inspire you. I think it's time we ALL do more to make the world a better place, and I wanted to share with you that it doesn't take celebrity, riches, or pre-planning. We can all make a difference in the world, every single day. No matter where you look, someone could use a hand, a smile, or your french fries!

Forgiveness and letting go.

Forgiveness and letting go.

Adrenal Fatigue... or whatever you want to call it. It's real to me.

Adrenal Fatigue... or whatever you want to call it. It's real to me.