I was at the grocery store, and a most interesting thing happened. It is January and cold, yet one little girl of (I think) five years old turned it into June for a minute or two. I had finished collecting the few items I wanted, and made my way up front to check out.
In front of me was a young woman with two little girls, the five year old and a younger girl of perhaps four. The three of them were ahead of me, standing around the cart, waiting for their turn to check out. Suddenly the girls, in a flash of impulse saw the flowers for sale display a few feet away.
The flower stand was circular perhaps and eight foot circle, and composed of four tiers with the fourth tier a circle large enough for a single container holding three small bunches of flowers. The stand was filled with flowers, either no one could afford them, or it had recently been restocked.
The little girls kind of skipped and hopped over to the flower stand. The youngest girl was content to stare at one section, admiring the colors and moving a few feet to repeat her observations. The older girl however had a completely different approach.
 The older little girl was looking at all the flowers, re-arranging the their positions in a sequence that appealed to her sense of where they should be. After she finished moving the flowers around she started taking out loud to individual flower bunches and telling her mom to look at how pretty each bunch was. Almost laughing, she would pick up a bunch of flowers, say something to each bunch of flowers, and put them back in the container they came from.
The younger girl bored of the flowers, and went back to the cart, and sat on the bottom. Her shoes were worn, and a few sizes too big for her tiny feet. She didn’t seem to notice though, so I think she was used to hand me downs, fitting correctly or not. I then noticed that no one in the small family of three were dressed very well. All their clothes were well used and more than a little worn.
The older girl, was absolutely bubbling by now, flitting about the flowers, taking them off the stand, hugging them, saying something to them and putting them back. She reminded me of a honey bee collecting pollen, or a humming bird sucking up nectar. She was lost in a her own little world she had created with nothing more than a stand of cut flowers in a grocery store.
The magic of her enthusiasm over the flowers pulled me in, and I asked the Mom if it was okay to give the little girl money to buy a single bunch of flowers to bring home. The Mom was not sure how to respond and mumbled something that did not sound like a firm no.
I gave the little girl five dollars and some change to make the tax on the flowers at four dollars and ninety-nine cents a bunch. I was called to another register and it was time for me to check out. I paid my bill, and left the store, wondering if the little girl had bought her Mom, her Sister, and herself fresh flowers to take home, or did she decide to save the money and use it for something more important like proper fitting shoes for her sister.
I would like to think her Mom told her to pick one bunch of flowers for herself. If so, when they wake up tomorrow morning, the flowers will be there there to bring a little sunshine into their lives. It does not take a lot of time, effort, or money to make a positive change in a life.
Most people who do not fish, think fishing is all about catching fish and having fun. For some people who fish that is true catching fish is the only reason they are fishing, but it is not true for all fisherman. Many fisherman I talk with either when I am fishing or making good conversation fish for reasons other than catching fish.
Fishing is like any other sport or pastime, somedays everything falls into place, and you catch a lot of fish. On other days, perhaps most days, not everything falls into place and not many fish are caught. When these days occur, and they do same as baseball or other statistical sports most days are not dream days for catching fish. I imagine if fishermen caught all the fish they wanted to, they would become bored with fishing.
Going to a new lake is always a new challenge, everything looks the same, there is water and there is shoreline. Where is the best fishing spot for this day? Everyone has their own best choice, and some people make better guesses than others. The best choices have the opportunity to catch the most fish.
 I enjoy what I observe most of the time. Fishing at a lake with interesting scenery or wildlife is satisfying. Some times I see things most people will never get to see, like the water train on the right left.
 Other times I enjoy am enjoying the view and am pleasantly surprised by something I did not expect would happen, such as these people on horseback, out enjoying a spring afternoon. They were a ways from where I was sitting pretending to be seriously fishing, and there appearance was a pleasant distraction.
 Of course then there is the scenery all by itself. In June when the monsoon season hits, starting about one in the afternoon the clouds start rolling in. That is a not so subtle signal that whatever you are doing, you may want to finish up pretty quickly. Usually by three o’clock, the storm breaks loose.
Every once in a while fishing actually happens, and life is really good. Those few hours are busy and little of my time is spent watching what is going on around me. Before you start thinking the was all fun and no work filling coolers with Carp, I want to define the purpose of fishing on its most basic level.
 While someone may think I had a blast catching all these fish; okay I did, it was fun! There also was a second more serious reason to my fishing. The reason the Carp are in two coolers is because of where they are going. One cooler of fish went to the south end of town to be used to feed, a few Dogs, Ducks, a Goose, and a few Cats. The second cooler of fish went to the far north end of town to a Dog rescue center to become, ‘Doggy Stew’.
So when you see someone out being lazy snoozing by the waters edge with fishing pole close by, remember they may there on serious business and not just to relax and enjoy the day away from it all! Yeah right, I almost believe that sentence, and I wrote it.
If you find yourself wondering how to do something for others, look at what you love to do. For myself, I am happy to have found service in something I love to do. Perhaps there is something in what you love to do that serves others too?
On CNN Headline News early this morning was another all too familiar segment at one Starbucks drive through, with Starbucks’ customers who were, ‘Paying it forward’.
Before he retired, I used to occasionally run into a man named Johnny, who I did not particularly like. I thought Johnny was intentionally course, rude, and generally dressed worse than a second hand store could manage if he raised his standards enough to shop at one. His clothing of course was probably better than I dress now, but that is a different topic.
Johnny did one amazing selfless act twice a year that made me feel very small twice a year. Twice a year Johnny received a work bonus check, usually between One Thousand and Fifteen Hundred dollars – after taxes. It was what Johnny did with his bonus check that both amazed and humbled me. Twice a year Johnny would reduce his bonus check down to an equal amount stack of twenty dollar bills.
Johnny would get into into his old tank of a car and head down to a city park where homeless people hung out. Johnny would park his clunker and get out. Starting at one end of the park Johnny worked his way around handing out twenty dollar bills to every homeless person present. If he had any cash left, Johnny headed down to the next park where he knew more homeless folks hung out.
Besides myself, and perhaps to to four other people who could stand being around Johnny, no one of knew he willingly gave away between two and three thousand dollars a year without a second thought. I asked Johnny, ‘Why?’ the second year he was about to go donate, and he said something to the effect of, ‘They need the money, and I do not’.
Around the same time period, a small local group raised over Ten Thousand Dollars through car washes, bake sales, etc. They tried to donate this money to a homeless shelter, but there was a problem over who the donating was, and the money was rejected.
They were not criminals, gang, or drug selling criminals, simply men and women who shared a common vision of helping. Eventually on the fourth or fifth attempt they found a homeless shelter that was happy to take their money. The story made the local news, not because a small volunteer group tried to donate such a large amount of hard earned cash to a homeless shelter, but because of who they were.
Back to Starbucks and the present. I want to say Starbucks is a great company. They do great things for their employees, and they serve hot tasty drinks to me on a regular basis. CNN is a great news service. I depend on CNN when I want to see the news at any odd hour of the day or night.
But why is this, ‘Pay It Forward’ at a Starbucks, McDonalds, or other giant…gaining this type of attention from news behemoths like CNN? Does it really make us feel good to pay for another persons coffee at a drive through when those folks we are paying for are more than able to pay for their own drinks and treats? Is this a new American compassion, our new American public display of selflessness and helping?
How about reinvigorating ‘Pay It Forward’ with real meaning rather than a false feel good? How about doubling your order, whatever it is and giving your second order out to a momentarily fortunate homeless man or woman you spy hanging out on the route you are driving? I bet they really would appreciate a hot, tasty, expensive cup of coffee. I bet they might even be grateful? Don’t expect them to pay it forward as generously as you did when you spent a few ‘spare’ dollars, and a minute of your time to ‘Pay It Forward’.
The small group that tried to do a charitable service I wrote of earlier broke up. The negative publicity sent them back into the shadows, or I should clarify, there was little future publicity about them.
Be on the lookout for Johnny though, he may be out there doing his thing at the same time you hand out your second cup of coffee. You would not want to mistake Johnny for a homeless person, even though he may look like one. Johnny doesn’t need the handout, and probably would not bother with a thank you if you asked for a sincere one. But you might get on television….
I was discussing charity with a friend the other day, and I have to admit he was rather puzzled by my charitable actions this week as I talked about them. The conversation started innocently enough about some little thing, and eventually led to charity. I am a great believer in intelligently sharing some of what I have with others who are not so lucky. I am lucky enough to know that I am where I am, and the people I give money too are is by a difference of a few critical choices in our separate lives.
Those people I give money to made some choices in their life, that either I was not required to make the choices they did, or I made a different better choice than they did. I would like at times to think I made better choices, but I do not know that is a true statement. I think it is closer to truth to say I chose not to go as deeply into the results of bad choices I may have made in my life as others, now less fortunate did.
I was leaving a museum a few weeks ago, and there was a man panhandling as people were walking to their cars. He asked me for any change I might have. I looked into my wallet and I had two bills, a five and a one dollar bill. Neither was change, but I recognized the shake in his hands, and I pulled out the five and gave it to him. He mumbled a quick thank you, and lurched and trembled off to get his bottle of salvation.
Yesterday I was leaving a Borgstore parking lot, and there at the parking lot exit sat an old woman in a wheel chair pulled onto the medium ’selling’ paper flowers for a dollar each. To make her lot in life worse, she was missing one leg at the knee. Her clothes were not warm enough for the weather. I drove right past her to the frustration of a passenger in my truck. I did not give her a single penny, or even trade a dollar for a paper flower.
It did not seem out of the ordinary for me, but the person with me could not believe I didn’t give the old woman some money! There she was begging in the middle of the street on a cold and windy day, and I drove right past. I mentioned I had given five bucks to a wino last week at a park. It made perfect sense to me, why I acted the way I did, and I started to explain my thinking.
The Wino at the park could be me except for a few better made choices on my part, and luck. He probably had a shelter he could eat at, and a place to sleep. He would never be able to hold a job, nor will he quit drinking until he is dead, or committed to a place he can no longer drink. To not give him a little money when I had extra would be cruel to my thinking. He needed money to drink, and all he could do was beg for money to drink with.
The Woman in a wheelchair with one leg missing was better off by far. She could not have put herself on the medium because she was too old, and with only one leg it would have been impossible to do by herself. Her clothing was not old or dirty, and I thought she was not dressed correctly for the weather by choice. Her wheel chair was fairly new, well made, and of good quality. Someone had posed her in place there on the medium. Of the five or six cars in front of me who all gave her paper money, she gave a flower to only one, but she took money from all of them.
In my view of both situations, the Woman in the wheel chair was able to earn an income from doing something other than blatantly begging for money. The Wino on the other hand was in pain from lack of alcohol, and was reduced to begging to get money for what his body craved. One person was physically sick, and the other was only handicapped. One person was a beggar and the other had found an easy way to make a good living with little effort. My choices made perfect sense to me. The Man needed and the woman wanted.
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