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.

Intelligent, well-meaning people often pull in opposite directions
It took me years to feel the anger I’d repressed since childhood
If you knew when you would die, would that affect how you lived?
If you made bad partner choice, it’s up to you to make a change
The more I see of death, the more determined I am to live life fully
It’s hard to nurture what’s alive when you water dead flowers
Can we find ways to separate love of home from worship of government?
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