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.
“Yeah,” 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.
The woman was hard to miss, she had kids with her. She was buying scrubs. Her money was on the counter for the world to see.
The cashier watched the woman count quarters.
He took his cue. He threw his money down. “Here. Someone told me to give this to you,” he told the woman.
She almost fainted. She thanked him. She offered to pay him back. He declined.
She explained that she’d been hired at a veterinary clinic. It would be the highest paying job she’d ever had. But new employees were expected to supply their own uniforms. She couldn’t afford hers.
Something inside him was moved. He gave her all that was in his pocket. Every last buck and penny.
And here’s where it gets good. The store owner came from the back when he heard what was happening. He got in on the giving frenzy. The owner gave the woman her money back, along with several pairs of scrubs and nursing shoes.
The woman was too choked to speak. So her daughter spoke up.
“This is a miracle,” the daughter said. “You made a real miracle for my mom.”
Well, you should know that these folks are not miracle workers. They’re regular Joes with nine-to-five jobs, mortgages, and power bills. They’re people doing the best they can.
“It was just one paycheck,” Todd says. “But I’m telling ya, it felt like more. I felt like I was actually making a difference in this world.”
You were making more than a difference, Todd. You were making magic.
By the way. Here.
Someone told me to write this about you.