Walking crosstown to pick up some supplies for my step mother visiting from Jamaica and working with the breath as the vehicle of compassion and loving kindness when I happened to hear a woman begging for help to feed her two children who were with her. There was another woman who had stopped first and stood there listening to her tell her story. Her young boy sitting in the stroller had only a jean jacket on and it was clearly not enough for today let alone for the coming winter. So, when she mentioned she had wanted to but goon a jacket at the Children’s Place I immediately volunteered to do it.
Suffice it to say that she got the jacket and made my day at the same time. Because the other woman had wanted to split the cost I suggested she buy some socks or something instead so the kids got a little more than they would have otherwise.
I am so thankful to have been reminded of the gift of being able to give. May I never again forget it.