Charity

A couple of months ago I did something for someone even though I could've walked away, like everyone else was.

The funny thing about it was I didn't feel good about it afterwards. And I didn't really talk about it. I only told two people about it.

I thought doing nice things for people was supposed to make you feel good about yourself...

And I keep thinking about the person who was involved. I wonder how he is. He might even be dead, I've no idea.

He probably doesn't remember me, if he is still alive. I probably didn't even really help him. If I did, it couldn't have really changed anything.

I wonder how often acts of charity actually make a real difference.