On being offered money by a busker at London Bridge...

Now and then I would hear such beautiful music from buskers that I want to stop to enjoy like I would with a gig. I have told myself time and again to stop and make the time. But if I am at a station, I am rushing. So I only do it on a fraction of the occasions I feel an urge to. The most time I would spend is to give some money. Today I was late to meet a friend but after giving my contribution, I decided to stop and listen to this busker for a bit. He asked what I wanted him to play and I said something I could dance to. So I danced to his folk music with bags on my back and in my hand for about 5 minutes. After I said good-bye and turned away, he called me back: "Do you want your cut?". I did not get what he meant. Then he bent down to grab some coins and repeated "Your cut of the taking". "No, of course not, are you kidding?" I burst out. I was being offered music to dance to and he wanted to pay me. But of course I walked away with a smile. What a sweet man. Such a sweet encounter. I must make time to stop and appreciate life's beauty more often.