I gave away five bucks to a complete stranger. It made me so high that I am still jacked two days later.
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He was actually the third person that I asked. The first two turned me down.
Why did I give away five dollars?
It wasn’t because I’m rich or because I was high. It was a spur of the moment thing. Trust me… I won’t give you my twenty. It was just a little money and I thought it would be fun to give it away and watch how people respond.
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We get scammed every day… Scammed by love that is given freely, by forgiveness when we lie or tell someone to fuck off, by grace that sees the goodness inside, and by the air around us because that’s the one thing in the world that is still free (for now).
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First, I walked up to a couple. In my mind, I planned to boldly give them the cash… but my body just walked by them. Fear hijacked me, “They will think I am crazy-stalker-weird.” Giving away cash seems crazy. Yeah, hmm.
After a few paces, I stopped and bent down. I pretended to find the money on the ground. “Hey,” I yelled to them, “I found five dollars, it must be yours.” Okay, you got me… I am generous, but I lie. The guy, bless his soul, was a dummy.
“Nope, not mine,” he said. The girl pretty much said the same thing. Then he adds, “It’s your lucky day.”
Why is it so damned hard to give something away, no strings attached, to a complete stranger?
I continued my five dollar journey and found my next victim. He was a teenager, earphones in, ignoring the world. “Excuse me…” I said.
He unplugged and I held the money in front of him. That way, he would know I’m not trying to rob him or something. “I want to give you a gift, five bucks,” I said. He was stunned, blank look, eyes wide.
“Seriously?” Then he took the money. He was much smarter than guy #1.
“Is this your money?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s yours now.” I said.
He thanked me and then I walked away. I am sure he watched to make sure that I would really walk away.
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I had to work hard to become poorer, it cost me both the cash and 45 minutes of my time. “Why do we have such a hard time accepting a gift?”
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I laughed. I had to work hard to become poorer, it cost me both the cash and 45 minutes of my time. “Why do we have such a hard time accepting a gift?” I still don’t know the answer to that one. If we buy a lottery ticket, we dream of winning. But if we win a lottery that we did not enter, we think that is a scam.
We get scammed every day, I guess. Scammed by love that is given freely, by forgiveness when we lie or tell someone to fuck off, by grace that sees the goodness inside, and by the air around us because that’s the one thing in the world that is still free (for now).
Fear, mistrust, disconnection are a virus that can kill our souls.
Right now, we are in need of an anti-virus for our minds. We can’t look to McAffee or AVG for this one. Closing ourselves off will just make the virus spread.
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Giving away five bucks is one of the best things I have done lately. I was instantly high and I am still riding it. And I will do it again.
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I aspire to be brave, brave like someone recovering from addiction or mental illness. It takes balls to say “I am not well” or “I drink too much.” It is brave to resist the urge to turtle into yourself, to be vulnerable and to be honest.
Giving away five bucks is one of the best things I have done lately. I was instantly high and I am still riding it. And I will do it again.
It’s a name for a girl
It’s also a thought that
Changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness
In everything
U2
Keep it Real
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