A friend of mine found herself in serious financial trouble this week because of something that wasn’t her fault.
She’s a single mother with children to support. She works hard and she has a lot of pride, so she wasn’t asking anybody for help. She was simply upset and overwhelmed by what had happened.
I saw her after work tonight and she told me about the situation. I listened for a while, then I handed her $200.
She immediately tried to refuse it.
“I can’t take this,” she said.
But I knew she needed the money badly enough that her pride was trying to say something that reality wouldn’t allow. I told her she was going to take it and we weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.
I thought she was going to cry.
Not because it was some enormous amount of money, but because she was overwhelmed by the idea that somebody would help her when she needed help. No strings attached. No expectation of repayment. No hidden agenda.
That’s what I told myself about my motives. After I left, something uncomfortable began bothering me.

Egypt trying to prove democracy means tyranny of the majority
Now that his threat is truly gone, I realize my father hated himself
We’re all a little crazy; I worry about those who don’t know it
We repeat what we fail to repair, so I keep re-learning old lessons
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
We who believe life has meaning have lost war for modern culture
Why do we ‘need’ the newest thing? Is that where people get their joy?
No matter who you are or what you’ve done, time is your enemy
We can see injustices of the past, but still honor men who achieved