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.

Galt’s Gulch? I can live without that, but I need my own ‘Akston’s diner’
Would life be better without news? Maybe it’s all just distracting trivia
Today is surgery for me; I’ll give you news and be back when I can
As the gods of this world die off, we face a profound crisis of faith
People don’t confront ideas today; they lob bumper stickers at others
Will I run for office? The short answer is ‘no’; the longer answer is ‘no way’
After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again
Gloria Allred wants free speech for her, but not for Rush Limbaugh