It happens.

Here’s a happier tale to balance the vibe.

When traveling with my family, we often stop for a light meal midway to break up the monotony of the trip.

One time we stopped at a place we don’t care for the food, and bought a particularly light meal to settle our stomachs for the remaining minutes on the way to our favorite food stop.

Toward the end of our quick stop, a stranger offered my oldest an unopened burger from his own meal that he wasn’t going to finish.

I think he probably noticed our order was on the small side and maybe worried whether my oldest got enough to eat.

My kid was fine, of course, he got as much as he wanted and knew we were stopping soon somewhere he liked better.

But that guy’s compassion stuck with me.

So now there’s a line item in my budget for donations to a local food shelter. My intent is to always maintain that recurring donation, in honor of that guy’s compassion.