This is the time of year that those heartwarming stories get circulated. Whether it is the one you get by email where someone notices a crying mother at a gas station and finds out she's just trying to get to her parent's house for Christmas and has 3 kids and all of their stuff in the back and so they buy the lady some gas and some food and some gift certificates, or the song about the kid who is trying to buy some shoes for their dying mother, or the one about the cashier that picks up the difference for the baseball glove a kid was trying to buy...
The point isn't whether or not it actually did happen, the point is that those things could happen.
Regardless, instead of warming my heart, they actually make me feel a bit like a bad person. They make me think about all of the nice things I don't do for other people. All of the things I don't think about doing. They make me feel like I'm so wrapped up in my own world and in myself, that I don't take enough time to help others.
Isn't that heartwarming? Not so much. I think I need to work on that.