By Alicia Wozniak
I sit in my car for a few minutes each morning after dropping off my daughter, Weez, at school.
Time to chill before the day begins, officially, enjoying my mocha. I have the radio on, music playing, I’m on my phone checking out social media and/or texting good mornings to friends. It’s my breather before digging into the ol’ inbox and playing the “I really need to go potty, but have totally forgotten why we’re outside, lady” game all day with my dog, the Dingo.
It’s my quiet time.
This morning I was doing my thing sitting there loving the sunshine when I found myself in tears. This video broke my heart and filled me with joy.
Brothers set up an experiment with their youngest; younger siblings are always guinea pigs, aren’t we?
Flashback to my older sister insisting I sit at the front of the sled because it was more fun… crashing into fences isn’t fun.
The experiment was set up to see if anyone would help their youngest bro, appearing to be homeless, on a five degree Fahrenheit day. Two hours he stood there shivering, people walking past.
A few stopped to look, a few paused after walking past; we can see the wheels turning in their heads until they decide to keep walking. No one helped—until one man, a homeless man himself—did the right thing. He was, of course, then rewarded for his compassion.
I am grateful for this video.
It reminds me to be more compassionate. Though as a mom, I’d have totally grounded all of them for letting their little brother be outside in the freezing cold for two hours…
“If you wait until you can do everything for everybody instead of something for somebody, you’ll end up doing nothing for nobody.”
“It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.”
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Editor: Dana Gornall
Woz can be found on Twitter (though she still doesn't really get it), Instagram and on her blog. She can also be found teaching STRONG by Zumba a few times per week and as often as possible going to yoga, giving up complete control to her teachers.