Small Change Part 2

Last night, my husband drove our youngest daughter and our son's friend to the Dollar Tree store.

I'm not exactly sure why they needed to go, but go they did.

When they returned from their excursion, my husband reported that as soon as they walked through the Dollar Tree doors, our youngest daughter ran up to a snot covered Dollar Store patron and joyfully proclaimed, "I know you! How are you? My Mommy gave you money. I hoped it helped you."

The guy smiled through a streamer of snot and told our daughter he was fine and to please thank her mommy that she had given him some money.

If you read my blog with any regularity at all, you may remember that I recently wrote about giving a tired, snot covered panhandler a few bucks in change. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. Now, I am even more convinced.

If I see him again, I plan to give him a clean, gently-used coat with a few bucks stuffed in the pockets. It's already resting expectantly in the back of our van.

I truly do hope that our paths cross again, I think this gentleman would make good use of new coat and few kind words.

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Oh, and just in case you were wondering what the guy was buying in the Dollar Tree...well, he was buying a box of kleenex. I kid you not. Kleenex. Imagine that.