I do it because I need to give something even if it’s not much.

I put the pennies and the nickels and dimes in another jar. Later, I can turn them into quarters.

There’s something about a quarter that feels so solid, so rich and so big and yet so small- and lately not enough- but I will continue to give them.

I have quarters ready by my left hand to offer to anyone who needs them. I have quarters near my right hand as I look with curiosity to someone who might be too proud to ask.

I have people tell me “don’t give money to those people, they’ll just buy alcohol or drugs, or things that aren’t good for them.”

I don’t care. That’s not the point.

They’re doing the best they can.

And human kindness might bring them beyond the helplessness that they feel. And my quarters will hopefully give them hope.

So I give out quarters. Sometimes several sometimes just one or two, but it feeds my soul. It connects me with everyone I see and give.

I don’t care what they do with it because it does for me 100 times more than it does for them.

I carry them in my pants pockets, I carry them in my jacket pockets, I carry them in my car and I try to carry them wherever I go.

You never know when someone needs a quarter.

It may seem like nothing, but for some people it’s everything.

Giving feeds the soul.

It’s fed my soul greatly.

That’s love..

Grab some quarters.