Weird. I can’t seem to stop thinking about the video that I posted yesterday. Mostly, I can’t stop thinking about the generosity of people you least expect. Often from those who have even less than you have.
For those who missed it yesterday, here it is:
It’s been playing on my mind. All day.
I mean, I have a big family. A big hungry family. It’s literally fight for the last malteser…honestly. It’s like survivor – and the winner takes all.
When you see the corner of the red square malteser box peering over the side of the bin; a little part of you dies. It’s that moment. That realisation. It hits. I’ve missed out on the last one. Ones. Let’s be honest… it’s never one. Maybe one handful. A handful every 30 seconds or so.
But in all seriousness, I keep pondering about just how generous I would be in a similar situation. The realisation that I might not be equally as compassionate and selfless as the man in the video makes me kind of sad.
I saw a girl today begging for money on the corner of a shopping centre in the ACT. She looked cold. And hungry.
I parked my car and made my way up to where she was sitting. She was gone. I felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment. And sadness. I guess it wasn’t meant to be today.
My action in lieu of being able to do it today, is to purchase a meal of choice for a stranger that might just be doing it a little tougher than I am.
And, I’m taking this global. I promise to the same thing at least once when I am overseas.
To be honest, the whole idea excites me. I suspect I will gain significantly more from the experience than they will. And the theory will no doubt prove itself – it’s often those with the least, that give the most.
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