We happened to be sitting at an outside table at a restaurant in downtown Cancun Sunday morning. Having a nice conversation with a friend and noticing that hardly any people were passing by on the street.
Our conversation and meal was interrupted by a young man. Perhaps in his early twenties. He was clean, pleasant and dressed in the clothing so popular today; cargo shorts and a button up shirt. He extended an opened bag of wrapped candies towards us. In very good English, he offered to sell us one for a peso.
We politely told him no thank you. I noticed the look of disappointment on his face but he quietly walked away.
I was so concentrating on my own good time that I never gave a thought as to why a personable, reasonably good looking and polite young man would be trying to sell candy by the piece. Desperate times call for desperate measures to survive. What would it have hurt us to each buy a piece of candy from him? For that matter, why didn't we just buy the whole bag from him? It would not have broken our bank but would have helped him. Thoughtless and selfish on our part.
I feel so guilty and ashamed of myself. I vow to pay more attention to trying to help out in smaller ways, instead of thinking that only big gestures will help.
Except I am still not going to buy any bracelets from the Chiapas women or invite minstrels to sing next to my table. I think tomorrow (today?) we will go to Cancun and stock up on some stable food items to hand out to our friends under some guise or another in order to not make them feel like they are receiving charity.