I remember giving $1 to someone on the subway once (in nyc) and a woman sat down next to me afterwards and started yelling at me about how I was feeding his drug addiction and who did I think I was?! I didn't know what to say, I didn't have the voice I have now and was just so shocked; I may have cried. For many years, I was afraid to give. Now, I give when I want to - not always money - I give what I can. A few days ago in the city, there was a man sitting inside a large box near where I parked my car, it was raining a bit; earlier in the day, I had gotten some special sumo oranges; I asked him if he would like some oranges. He stood up and said, Really? Sure! I said, these are really yummy, only grown once a year, and then gave him two. He said, thank you so much! He looked me in my eyes - his were bloodshot, his hands dirty but he was smiling and for a moment there seemed to be joy. As I was driving away, I saw him holding the oranges in his hands as if he was holding a baby, studying the oranges like they were gold. I am happy that I am no longer afraid of giving. What he does now with his oranges is up to him. Perhaps, he shared one with someone else. Ripples of Kindness - we all win :)