I recently had a situation where as I was waiting to cross the road at the traffic lights , a woman in her fifties caught my eye as she walked up the path towards me. She was covered in mud down one side of her body and her hair and face were also covered in mud. She asked me for directions on how to get to Hamilton and when I told her that she would need to go to East Kilbride bus station in the town centre first , she looked shocked because she didn't even know that that's where she was and said that the driver had given her the wrong information about what bus to get. She then went on to explain how she had fallen , trying to take a shortcut across some grass and had got covered in mud. She looked mortified and shaken so I gave her my all day bus ticket and told her which bus to get to the bus staion. I then gave her a few pounds for the bus to Hamilton as it's a different bus operator and the all day ticket would be invalid there. She thanked me and hugged me , saying that I was so kind and headed off.
I knew deep down that the chances were that she was heading to the nearest shop to buy a couple of cans and she didn't disappoint me - she headed to the shop across from the bus stop but as far as I was concerned , I had given her money in good faith to try to get her home safely. What I got out of this though was my nine year old daughter looked up at me full of so much pride and said to me "Wow mum you are so kind. When I grow up I want to be just like you. You're my hero" So for a few quid I became my daughter's hero for a day. A small price to pay.
My mum always said to me "A giving hand never wants" and I try to live by that. I teach my kids that kind acts are always rewarded on one level or another.