I watched the older black man in front of me at the convenience store. He left his BC powder at the counter and shouted something funny out the door to an unseen partner. I waited, knowing he’d return after the volley of words. Shaking his head and laughing, he came back in and piled out the change he had in his pocket to pay for it. He told the clerk he would leave the extra change for the next person to pay it forward. I told him to leave a 20 and really make someone’s day.

“I’m here to feed them, not fatten them,” he said with a wink and a grin.

I hadn’t heard that one in decades.

I love that old saying. It conveys a lot more philosophy than it seems.
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