I believe in humanity

Tonight, I was confronted by a fellow human being with a very sad story. He began by telling me he was a devout Christian, and believed in Jesus and the Bible. He went on to share about his daughter and his hard luck. Of course, he needed money. It's a long story, with many many sad twists. I was alone in the lobby of a high school, in a bad neighborhood, working a reunion. The money box beside me held at least $1000. I was scared. He was persistant. He was big, friendly enough, but still... and sadly... that sterotypical scared overwhlemed me. And, frankly, I believed that he would keep his word and return within a few hours and pay me back. He kept telling me that God would bless me... and I gave him $70 in cash. (Half of what he needed for his daughter's medicine) Within minutes, I knew it was a scam. Ironically, the exact same thing has happened to my new friend Mandy, just this week. Same story, same description. I feel very violated, and very sick. I feel nieve and stupid. I've replayed it in my mind a hundred times, and now know a million different things I wish I'd done instead.

But you know, I BELIEVE with my whole heart that God WILL bless me for it. I'm a believer in the GOOD of humanity. I don't know what that man did with the money, but maybe, just maybe he needed to see that someone out there would care. Maybe my generocity kept him from robbing someone else at gunpoint, or beating his wife and kids tonight.

Evil is as certain as death, but thankfully, good is as certain as God.