I Just Gave a Homeless Guy The Rest of My Burrito Bowl, So I’m Done Giving This Season

The holidays are a time for giving. I am lucky to be where I am in my life. I have a job I love, a nice little apartment, and a modest amount of savings for medical emergencies or an impromptu weekend getaway with the girls. The holidays always remind me to take a moment and appreciate how good I have it. During this time, I am struck by the urge to give to those less fortunate. The only problem is I’m really busy. Whenever I’m running late to spin class and see Salvation Army volunteers ringing bells and collecting donations, I feel guilty about the fact that I definitely do not have time to stop and give a dollar. When I’m checking out at Whole Foods in a rush to get home and they ask if I want to donate to charity, it would take too long to say “yes” and then tell them what amount I’d like to donate, so I just say “no.” It’s not that I don’t want to give, it’s just that I’m a really really busy woman! I eventually find time to give every year, it’s just usually at the last possible minute.

But this year I got lucky. I got my giving out of the way nice and early. I was walking back to work after lunch one afternoon with my work crush, Chet. He and I had gone to Chipotle. I got a burrito bowl but was too nervous about finally getting lunch with Chet to finish it, so I was carrying the leftovers back with me to have for dinner that night. As we were about to cross the street, a homeless man asked if we had any spare change. I didn’t, I don’t carry money -just my three credit cards and my debit card. I apologized and said unfortunately I didn’t have any cash on me. Chet, however, reached into his wallet and gave the man a five dollar bill. Five dollars! Not just the handful of random change he had rattling around in his pocket, but five dollars! Chet is such a good guy. It’s not hard to see why I have a crush on him.

Seeing his act of kindness inspired me. I offered the man my half-eaten burrito bowl, and he gratefully accepted it. I felt so good. It doesn’t matter that deep down I knew the burrito bowl wasn’t going to be good by dinner because I’d gotten lettuce and guac, two toppings sure to go bad by the end of the day. What matters is that I did something nice for this man.

My favorite thing about giving to those less fortunate is the feeling I get knowing I did a kindness for another person. I walked the rest of the way back to work feeling elated, and when Chet reached for my hand I thought my heart was going to explode! Despite how busy I am, I still found time to give this holiday season, and now I can check that off my list. I did it. I did my good deed, and can finish off the year guilt-free!

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