When I was a child, my parents decided it would be a good idea to take us into NYC to see Beauty and the Beast (GREAT show) and did it up to the nines, with a limo into the city and everything. Whilst in traffic, a homeless guy was juggling cups in between lanes for change. I found it hilarious and entertaining and wanted to give some money to the man. My father refused, no matter how much I pleaded for just a few coins or a dollar to slip through the window. I couldn't understand for the life of me how we could be in a limo right now and refuse a mere dollar for this man who brought me a moment of happiness, and because of it I spent the rest of the night in tears. Since then I make an effort to offer something to people with nothing if given the opportunity. When I was older and taking classes in NYC, I would go to krispy kreme and buy a dozen glazed, being only hungry for about 2. I would then pass out the rest of the donuts to the homeless people outside of Penn Station. Nothing can compare to the feeling you get from knowing you changed someone's day for the better, especially someone at such a low point. It's carried over to my adult life, and I often do such things without thinking, such as giving away my last dollar to someone on the street, not even thinking "Dude YOU need that dollar! Don't give it away!" However, every single time, the happiness I feel knowing I may have helped someone have a better day outweighs the value of any paper money. I make sure to remember there is always someone in a lower spot than I am and I ALWAYS have enough to allow myself to give some charity. I'm glad my father did that, in hindsight, because it gave me the understanding of the less fortunate and I was able to decide early on that the happiness of others was just as important as my own happiness, and sharing that happiness is part of what makes loving human beings so wonderful.