He’s a normal guy. A normal guy who cashed his entire paycheck last month for charity. He did it because he was ahead of his bills—for once.
At first, he was going to put the money into savings, but something made him do otherwise. Call it a gut feeling.
He’s a part-time truck driver and a night-shift security guard. He’s a dad with two daughters—he sees them mostly on weekends.
The first person he gave money to was a woman at his daughter’s daycare. The woman’s car had duct tape covering her passenger window.
“Here,” he said to her. “Someone told me to give you this.”
A hundred big ones.
The lady almost lost it. He didn’t expect the reaction—which was unrestrained hugging.
His next victim was an old man in a supermarket parking lot. The man was placing flyers beneath windshield wipers.
Our hero dug into his pocket.
The old man only looked at the money with big eyes. “Are you with the company who hired me?” he asked.
he answered. “Here. The boss told me to give this to you.”
The farmer’s market, downtown—he wandered the booths of honey jars and fresh breads with his daughters.
A teenage boy and girl were playing guitars. They had CD’s for sale. They had young voices and real talent.
But nobody was buying. People only walked by them.
He dropped a tip in their bucket. Then, he bought their whole box of CD’s. The teenagers were so overcome they forgot how to hold their guitars.
And, for the next few weeks, he searched for people to give money (and CD’s) to. He tipped waitresses too much. He tossed money at men holding cardboard signs. He even tipped his mailman.
Then, it happened. He was at a uniform-supply outlet. He was on the job, making a delivery.