I had climbed mountains. Rafted rivers. Run triathlons. But this was the hardest thing I had ever tried to do. And then I finally did it. A friendly-looking woman, about my mother’s age, turned the corner and walked toward me. She was moving fast enough to be going somewhere, but slow enough to look like she was enjoying herself. I mustered up the courage to look her in the eye and ask, my voice barely a whisper, “Do you have any spare change?”
