I can’t make one more decision. My Friday errands threaten to overtake me as I drive from store to store. There should be combat pay for Decision Fatigue.
As I approach a sign-toting young man asking for money, I’m conflicted. I’m not opposed to sharing my good fortune with others, but
- Does it do any good?
- Or are the funds used for drugs?
- Will the money provide a needed meal or medical care?
- Or is it an avenue to perpetual dependence?
- Which action is kindest?
I get closer to the young man and see the tell-tale numbers: 420. Relief washes over me and I stop grasping for the wallet in my oversized purse. The marijuana code eliminates the conflict in my mind.
