My kids and I just took a train trip to Washington D.C. We packed a pocketful to tikkun tokens each, and spent our entire trip looking for helpers to give tokens to.
We found plenty, and the best part was how eager my children were. Every time they saw someone do a kind thing, they would whisper, "Ima, give them a token." They even grew brave enough to give our their own tokens.
There was the woman that watched my daughter while I took my son to the restroom. There was the woman who helped with our bags when we were getting off the train at 10:30 at night. There was subway attendant who went out of her way to help us figure out the trains. There was the man who let me sneak through the turnstile when my kids went through ahead of me and then my card didn't work.
There was the family that watched one kid so the other could ride the simulator at air and space with me.
What I noticed is that giving tokens opened my heart to the blessing of being able to give, and made me more generous to the musicians busking on the streets and the people asking for money in the subway.
Now we are home. I look forward to many more opportunities to share this joyful project with others.