More than 25 years ago, my stepfather, Doc, saw me give a homeless man $20 and he asked me why I did it. The question took me by surprise, partly because I had never thought about the “why.”
After a few moments, I told him “because it makes me feel good.”
My dream job is to be a philanthropist, which I plan to make into a full-time job when I win the lottery (I already have a plan on how to give away millions).
In the meantime, I consider myself a mini-philanthropist with big dreams.