You're a good man Chissler.
I try to do these things as a matter of normal life.
I take in my neighbors trash cans on windy days.
Or scrape the ice off a neighbors car in the morning, since I'm already out there.
But this one stands out for me.
I was working in Philly, at the Enquirer.
I went across the street to Macdonalds for some breakfast.
As I headed up to the counter, I saw an obviously homeless woman, asking a family for a buck so she could eat.
There were about 5 at the table, husband , wife ,3 kids.
The kids were old enough to understand the basics of life.
The Father reached in his wallet, pulled out a one dollar bill, wadded it up, and
THREW IT ON THE FLOOR.. bastard..in front of his kids.
The timing was just right for me to swoop down on the dollar, and toss it back in his face.
I invited this poor lady to get in line with me, and order whatever she wanted.
Then I sat with her, right next to that bastard, who would not look at me.
It was a nice breakfast. One of the best I ever had.