I needed to pick something up from the convenient store by my work. On my way in, a guy on the corner who was homeless and trying to raise a little money asked: “Hey, maybe grab me a hot dog?” I don’t know if he was completely serious, but I was sure he could use the hot dog. Standing in line, I though: Why not? Why not buy the hot dog?
After all, I was already at the counter buying things. The hot dogs were right there. All I had to do was ask for it and then hand it to the guy on my way out. I was sure he could use the meal, and it was only $2. I was buying $40 worth of stuff anyway. I wouldn’t even need to run an additional transaction.
It gets so hard to keep up with downtown. I donate money from time to time, but there are so many people who need help down here. I rarely even carry actual money, doing most of my donations online, so you get kind of hardened to it. I rarely have anything to hand over.
But a hot dog? I could do that. It wasn’t even that much effort. I just had to overcome the inertia of not doing anything and do just a tiny, few things. Such a small thing to make some kind of a difference.
I bought the hot dog.