#02 My Good Deed For the Day
Today is/was a good day. I made it through my 13 hours with no food or water with no major issues. I’m sure the catnap I took earlier in the day helped a lot with that. Now, as far as the purity of mind, I did have a few moments of distraction but it’s day one and I am only human. I can only aspire to be stronger tomorrow and the days to follow.
A big part of Ramadan that I failed to fully focus on last year is being sure to express acts of charity and kindness towards my fellow man. I was contemplating that on my commute home from swim class today when I came across an opportunity to follow through on that mission.
As I was leaving the pool and making the 15-minute trek to my train home I got a call from my boy Maurice, who wanted me to stop by his crib to check out something he was working on. I doubled back to catch a closer and faster train that would take me around Maurice’s way.
I was waiting in the middle of the platform for the train when something urged me to walk closer to the front. I have no idea what the feeling was but I listened to it just as the train pulled into the station.
I was only going a three or four stops so I stood near the door and began contemplating what random acts of kindness could I do throughout Ramadan. Should I call my mother and tell her I love her? Should I stop in a corner store and buy a random kid some candy? I want to be as true to this experience as possible and didn’t want complacency to hold me back.
While all these thoughts were running through my mind, I heard a voice to my right. I turned and saw a heavyset woman behind a stroller begging for change. I couldn’t make out everything she was saying over the rumble of the train but apparently she had fallen on hard times and took to begging on the street for spare change.
Truthfully, the woman and her child appeared to be in good order. They didn’t look homeless but here was the opportunity I was looking for. Someone was in need and I had the means to help.
Under normal circumstances I don’t know what I would have done. Due to so many con artists in this word, you never know whose sob story to believe. For every genuine person that’s fallen on hard times, there’s a hustler trying to get over.
I have no idea if this woman was lying or if she were being truthful, but of the former that’d be her cross to bear. My intentions to help were genuine so when she crossed my path I peeled off two bucks from my measly knot of ones and passed them to her.
She looked me in my eyes and thanked me for my generosity. I shook it off as nothing and exited the train at the nest stop. Money may be tight for me, but there’s always some worst off than you.
The funny thing is how the stars all aligned for this moment to happen. If Maurice hadn’t called me I wouldn’t have even been on that train. If something didn’t tell me to move to the front of the platform I wouldn’t have been in the same car as that woman and her child. Call it what you will. Fate. Divine intervention. Coincidence. Happenstance. I was where I needed to be to do what I was supposed to.
What good deed did you do today? How many times have you overlooked someone less fortunate than you? Do you feel we’ve loss touch with the spirit of generosity and just human kindness? Do you trust every sob story you hear from panhandlers? What keeps you from helping or inspires you to help? Do you believe in fate? What good deed will you do for someone tomorrow?
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“#02 My Good Deed For the Day”