This has been something I've been thinking about for a couple of weeks.
I've always wanted to be charitable--volunteering for great organizations, making hats for the homeless, supporting friends going through anxiety and depression, etc. But aside from the latter, I've been less than successful in getting out of my comfort zone.
For example, I've always felt compassion for the homeless. Despite this, I've always looked away or walked faster when passing a homeless encampment or someone panhandling. However, with zazen and loving-kindness meditation, I've learned to come out of my comfort zone and make eye contact, smile, and in general learn to notice them rather than turning away.
More recently, when I was walking into a grocery store, a gentleman approached me and asked me for some change. When I said I didn't have any, he asked for some food instead (in particular, a TV dinner because his friend lets him use a microwave). I ran inside and grabbed something that I thought would be filling, plus a salad from the deli bar because the TV dinner had no greens whatsoever. I bought those items and ran back outside to give them to him. I didn't want him to think I forgot him. Then I returned to do my own grocery shopping.
It felt good, and when I talked to my friend about it who knows about my financial situation, asked me why I would do that when I could barely afford groceries myself.
So I've been thinking about that. I thought I was doing a good thing and learning to actually put an effort into being compassionate instead of my usual "I'm going to think about doing these things but not actually do them." But how can I help others when I can't really afford to? But then, what's money to me when a small contribution can help someone in need who's hungry or cold?
I'm not really sure what my question is, but I guess I'm feeling insecure about my choices.
Confused,
June
#SatToday
I've always wanted to be charitable--volunteering for great organizations, making hats for the homeless, supporting friends going through anxiety and depression, etc. But aside from the latter, I've been less than successful in getting out of my comfort zone.
For example, I've always felt compassion for the homeless. Despite this, I've always looked away or walked faster when passing a homeless encampment or someone panhandling. However, with zazen and loving-kindness meditation, I've learned to come out of my comfort zone and make eye contact, smile, and in general learn to notice them rather than turning away.
More recently, when I was walking into a grocery store, a gentleman approached me and asked me for some change. When I said I didn't have any, he asked for some food instead (in particular, a TV dinner because his friend lets him use a microwave). I ran inside and grabbed something that I thought would be filling, plus a salad from the deli bar because the TV dinner had no greens whatsoever. I bought those items and ran back outside to give them to him. I didn't want him to think I forgot him. Then I returned to do my own grocery shopping.
It felt good, and when I talked to my friend about it who knows about my financial situation, asked me why I would do that when I could barely afford groceries myself.
So I've been thinking about that. I thought I was doing a good thing and learning to actually put an effort into being compassionate instead of my usual "I'm going to think about doing these things but not actually do them." But how can I help others when I can't really afford to? But then, what's money to me when a small contribution can help someone in need who's hungry or cold?
I'm not really sure what my question is, but I guess I'm feeling insecure about my choices.
Confused,
June
#SatToday
I understand where you are coming from. My wife and I can hardly afford to pay our bills but I still have that desire to help people. I really like the Google One app. The app only asks for a dollar at a time and usually (not always!) can afford that. Your story really touched me. There is something about giving face to face. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for all your kind words, stories, and support. I feel less guilty about my choices, and I hope I can continue to have compassion and an open heart to those I meet on the street.


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