Tonight, I arranged the tail end of my run so that I could pop by the 7-11 and pick up some dinner a Luna bar and some diet Coke. Since my running pants don't have pockets, I walked out the door with some change in hand, and walked up to the nearest panhandler -- a young guy, scrawny.
"Are you looking for change?" I asked, and he stood up too quickly, introduced himself as Dan.
I handed him the slim coins and smiled. And that's how I got a "God bless you" for seven cents.