Apprehension is not something that I generally associate with the act of giving but that’s what I was feeling while handing out flowers on the Boston Common. Random acts of kindness are something that sound wonderful and makes you feel good to proclaim that “Yes, this is something that I do! I am a bearer of goodwill!” but the reality of it is that it causes people to confront situations that they may not be uncomfortable with. For me it was the rejection that was hard. Each time someone refused to meet my eyes or walked a little faster away from the flower in my hand, it caused a bit of personal hurt to bloom up inside. I knew it wasn’t me, that I would probably act a bit suspicious if the situation was reversed but acknowledging that didn’t stop it from happening. It was only a tiny bit of risk that was involved in this act of giving but it was surprising how much impact it could still have. It also made the interactions that I did have that much more special because it meant that the passerby decided to also accept a small amount of risk by taking the flower from me. It was a brief connection and also a reminder of the individuals that we let pass us by as we walk down the sidewalk with our eyes glued to the ground.