A couple of years ago, I made a promise to myself. I had put some money in an envelope in my 1 . I hope to give this envelope 2 to the first person I came across who 3 it. Months passed, and 4 my daily life got busy, I was unable to keep my 5 . Whenever I opened my wallet and saw the 6 ,I was reminded of my 7 , and I would feel a little 8 for having not acted upon it. The voice within told me to do 9 . Today, while walking to work on a busy street, I passed a 10 elderly lady with her hand out on the sidewalk. Seeing her wrinkled face and sightless eyes, I stopped 11 . A wave of sympathy washed over me, and I 12 the envelope of money that had been lying in my wallet all these months. I 13 the money from the envelope and bent down to her level. 14 , I took her hand, pressed the dollar bills into it, and closed her fingers over the notes so that she could 15 the money and understand my gesture. After I got up, I slowly moved away. I felt like I had 16 something. I had kept my 17 to myself. The lady slightly nodded her head. I felt 18 and moved on. Afterwards, I thought about why such a 19 act had taken so long. This small act was a huge step toward facing and walking through my own fears around 20 . What a blessing it is to complete these generous little gestures!