Make a change was the little note that was hand written from a slightly torn piece of paper, resting within the girl’s clasped open hands.
Also resting were a number of coins, some copper, some silver, some old, some new.
As I parked up the car it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t any loose change for the parking.
An old machine stood at the exit, in exchange for a ticket but only collected coins.
As I approached the girl, who was well dressed with beautifully manicured nails, with a fresh white coating.
Her hands weren’t clasped out wide with a begging tone, quite the opposite, she was the one spreading that positive message of making a change in society and helping one another.
As many people approached her and took, some without even so much as a thank you, I took some change in exchange for a note of financial value.
She firstly refused, so in order to pass the same deed forward, on the return to the same car park I brought her lunch with money bags of assorted coins to assist her in her quest to help people.