Today I tried to be kind.
Someone knocked on my door real loud, twice. I was in the bathroom. So I'm a bit grumpy. Open the door and a tall young woman is there, with her silkscreened polo shirt and laminated page binder. Like, teenager young.
I immediately think, collecting for something, possibly a cult or a scam. I hear her out. She needs $20 to fill her quota for the day, I can easily spare half that today, so I do.
She's all sweaty 🥵 and hot looking, so I offered her a bottled water, we have a few left in the pantry.
I do this because I remember my Spouse calling me out ten years ago for giving a couple of Mormon missionaries a wrong address for our house. I thought of it as a bit of a prank on obnoxious kids, he pointed out they're KIDS, left on their own to survive without support. They are being intentionally trained by the cult that outsiders cannot be trusted and won't help you.
And I also remembered that post here on Tumblr about the same thing. Being a data point of human kindness might help them out down the road.
I give her the $10 and the water bottle. She gives me a receipt. I thought it might be a situation similar to those Mormon boys, so we DO look it up after she left and that particular group IS marked down as a religious cult.
Wishing I had followed the impulse to give her the contact information for the YWCA, who provide aid for vulnerable folks in need.
Yes, it does cost something to be kind. I wish I'd done more. But thanks to my spouse and Tumblr, I did better this time than I once did.