Recently, a woman approached me and asked if I could spare change for a meal. Without thinking, I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have any money.” My cheeks automatically flushed with embarrassment, and my heart sank. I had meant to say I didn’t have cash to give her. It was completely obvious that a lack of money wasn’t something I was dealing with. It was my birthday. I had spent the day exploring downtown Seattle and shopping with my friends. We were just leaving a restaurant, shopping bags in hand, when the woman approached. Walking back to our car, I was ashamed at the thoughtlessness of my comment. But the uncomfortable pit in my stomach wasn’t just that. I was...
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