It was about a half hour before Shabbos, in Brooklyn. I just finished parking when a frum guy came to my window asking for Tzedaka. I reached into my change dish and gave him a coin.
He then started berating me as to how I would only give him a quarter, how cheap I was.
I quietly told him that it was a dollar coin. I had thought that it would be a nice surprise for him.
He examined the coin, saw that it was a Susan B. Anthony dollar, became very apologetic, completely humiliated, explaining how his mother was in the hospital, how hard it's been for him since he came to the US from Russia.
I told him it was OK and left quickly. I wonder to this day if I could have handled it better.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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