Sunday Thoughts

This week I had stuff to drop off at the Thrift Store.  You will be pleased to know that I brought home significantly less than I left there!   Be doubly impressed, because it turned out it was their monthly half off everything sale.

I stood in line with my few items behind 2 other ladies.  The one at the register finished getting rung up and paid in cash.  Except she was $1.12 short.

Now this place is crazy.  It is full of people from all walks of life and might occasionally be considered a bit of a low-income place.  I immediately thought, "I think I have $2 in cash in my wallet."  But then I wondered if she would be offended at the offer. I wondered if she would think me rude or presumptuous.  While I was debating with myself, and in all honesty, I was leaning towards not saying anything, the lady in front of me offered to cover the difference.  The first lady graciously accepted and thanked her and we moved on.

Except I felt like a shmuck.  I had the ability to help this lady.  The thought was there. The money was there. But I didn't do it.  I psyched myself out.  I talked myself out of an opportunity to do something nice for someone else.  Sure, it was $1.12.  But I couldn't even make myself do that. If I can't even do $1.12 for someone, how many other opportunities am I missing out on because I'm afraid?