After going to the mall where I spent several hundred dollars on new jeans, (bigger size for holidays) a couple of sweaters and Uniqlo thermal underwear, I pulled out into the traffic to wait my turn to make a left turn so I could get onto the freeway.
There was a man in the center divider, not unusual. He had a crude cardboard sign but also had something that looked like a certificate hanging around his neck. Now, usually I ignore the panhandlers at traffic stops, but today I took a closer look at him. His sign said he was a Viet Nam war vet. I couldn't see well enough to read the writing on his certificate. He was very thin and looked old and haggard. Suddenly I was struck by a sense that life has changed irrevocably in the last few weeks. I pulled out my wallet, took out $20, and called to him, "Sir." I gave him the money and said "God Bless," which is not something I usually say. He was so gracious and grateful.
I was struck by the fact that I had just spend several hundred dollars on myself in the mall, but I had a feel-good moment for giving this guy a twenty. I immediately regretted not giving him forty or sixty. I don't care what he spent it on--he looked like he didn't have long for this world. Who am I to judge?
I've always been an idealist. Right now I feel pessimistic about our fate. What can I do to change the direction we humans seem to be heading?
(Also, I'm really upset at the news that giraffes are going extinct. What is wrong with us? Do we really not care about the future?)