Wow, what a response and reaction so far to yesterday’s post, “An Open Letter to Walmart and Those Involved with This Story.

Many of you had such incredible ideas of how I could still help the old woman even after all of management and their sidekicks made it impossible. Some of you had really, really good ideas. Like, the kind of ideas which would make this world a thousand times better place and which would have made this whole thing with this old woman a hundred thousand times better. Awesome.

Some of you had creepy ideas, like “wait for her in the parking lot until she’s off of work, then follow her to wherever she goes next, and surprise her there.” I get the spirit behind it. But come on peeps. Creepy.

dan-pearceSome of you told me me that you were disappointed in me for leaving without waiting in the parking lot until all hours of the night for the old woman to get off work. Ick. I just love internet quarterbacking of past moments in life.

Some of you made sure I knew just what a schmuck I was for how I handled it, how wrongly I handled it, and what grief I caused this woman and others. Ick. That was the number two reason I didn’t want to share that blog post at all. It was inevitable.

Some of you (lots and lots of you, actually) applauded me for my attempted generosity. Ick. That was the number one reason I didn’t want to share that blog post at all. I tend to be a quiet giver. I really didn’t want that. Like, at all.

It was never supposed to be about me.

But…

Yeah.

I felt the story was more important than any amazing or crazy feedback I got from it.

Don’t should on me, please.

I didn’t share that story to have my own generosity (or attempt thereat) scrutinized. Good gracious. That is completely my thing. It has nothing to do with anyone else. At all. Had there been any system in place at all which would have let me give to her, none of you ever would have heard about it, no matter how high up the command chain I had to go.

The reasons I didn’t wait around for her to get off of work are my reasons and no one else’s. I really don’t need to share that with the world.

The reasons I don’t want to start a GoFundMe page for her like so many people have requested are my reasons and no one else’s. I really don’t need to share that with the world.

Here’s some truth…

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