@boomerang,
boomerang wrote:Wasn't that a great story? I like her style.
Thanx for it, boomer. I joined Dr. Ginsberg's blog.
While reading her story, I definitely recognized the
uneasy stomach
that precedes approaching a stranger to dump $ome gift on her or him.
For the most part, it has not been my practice to converse much.
In some cases, I 've put cash into their pockets or bags or parka hoods, without their knowing it.
For instance, while walking to my car, I paused waiting for the light to change.
There was a boy standing there aged maybe 10 or 11, facing away from me.
His bookbag, on his back was half open, tho strapped closed.
Unbeknownst to him, I dumped in a bunch of trash cash from my jacket pocket,
change from larger bills that I 'd used to pay for daily miscellany.
I doubt that he ever saw me. (
SURPRIZE!)
Children tend to have smaller cash flows; this tends to create a bigger emotional reaction (more contrast)
to the unexpected gift, than e.g. it woud for a bank teller or a cashier.
I got this idea from the writing of Raymond Moody, M.D.
LIFE AFTER LIFE, et seq.
He wrote of people who were rescued from death in hospitals (e.g. successful defibrillation)
who told of their "life review experiences" including their
feeling the effects of what thay did to other people.
I reasoned that if this is true, then eventually, I shoud get a boomerang effect of the joy that I inflict upon unsuspecting citizens.
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes."
The Merchant of Venice Bill Shakespeare
David