We went to the post office the other day and I gave my change to a homeless man who always sits outside with a sign. On this particular day, my son questioned why I gave him my change.
At some point during the car ride home, I must have said something like "giving to those less fortunate" because hours later, that same night, the following conversation happened…
He isn't satisfied with a synonym like "lucky" which I attempt at first. No, he desires a deeper explanation.
So I try.
At first, I think I did a pretty good job.
He asks me where the man goes to the bathroom to clarify.
I think about who my audience is.
And try again.
He gets it. Fully understands the impact.
So much so that he is downright concerned. He comes up with his own charitable idea.
So next time you see a little boy handing an ice cream treat to a homeless man at the post office…
Well, that little boy just might be mine.
And THIS is what fortunate means.