A Good Deed
In church I was taught that if you did something good, you weren’t supposed to tell anyone, because that would make yourself look good. And though I don’t belong to the Church anymore, I still can’t bring myself to tell anyone about a good thing I do for that same fear.
Yesterday I provided a homeless woman bus fare and a water bottle full of ice water and a listening ear and some company. I wish I could have done more, but I was tired of not doing anything, other than when I try to give out bananas and granola bars.