posted on Jan, 13 2016 @ 02:21 AM
I give sometimes. Even if I think that person is going to use the couple bucks I give them to go buy drugs or alcohol.
I figure that they're going to spend the same amount to get their fix regardless, so maybe a little extra will help them get some food.
One of the saddest things I've ever seen was a younger guy that always stood on the corner with a sign like that. I remember giving him a few bucks a
time or two, and I ran into him at a 7-11. He was ecstatic because he finally got a job. It actually made my night hearing that.
Sadly, a few weeks later he was back on that corner.
I remember one time my Dad came to pick me up. I was getting in his car, and noticed some green stuff between the seat and door sill, reached down
and realized it was a shredded up dollar bill (he was only a clean freak about cars). I laughed and asked him why he had shredded money on the floor.
He got all sheepish and told me that he had rolled down the passenger window to give a homeless guy a dollar. The guy apparently looked at it and
said, "A buck? A lousy f-ing buck? Kidding me? You're driving a Corvette!" and proceeded to rip it up and throw it at the rapidly closing window.
Completely believe the account, if anything it was probably worse, my Father wasn't much for embellishment. If anything he downplayed it. He was
also surprised someone thought of a Corvette as being all that expensive, I mean yeah, they kind of are, but I think he got his at the end of the year
for around $60k, you can easily spend more on a pickup. Knowing my father, all he had in cash was a buck, he was an incredibly generous guy and
really loved to give back.
I have a similar story. I was at a light and noticed this shirtless guy juggling, terribly. Tried so hard not to look. Notoriously bad light though.
Guy comes up and starts talking to me, I feel kinda bad and roll down the window. "Hey bud, I'm selling these river rocks I found and polished,
they're good luck, you want to buy one?". Told him I never carry cash (maybe on a rare occasion), "That's OK, here, I just want to give you one!" So
I take the thing and then realize maybe I can help him out by giving him some food (he was actually a rather charming fellow, and I was somewhat
touched by the offering). I was coming from the grocery store, so I asked if he wanted any food. Most of what I had was perishable so it was a no
go, offered him an energy drink. He happily took it, looked at it and goes, "Oh it's diet. This has aspartame in it. I don't drink that #." My
choice of beverage wasn't good enough for a guy selling rocks on the side of the road.
I still have the rock in my car, and I plan on keeping it. I don't really know why. I guess I thought it was nice he gave it to me, and just don't
have the heart to get rid of it.
I don't know what you're supposed to do. Sometimes I think I shouldn't give them anything, sometimes I think I should, I should usually wins out if I
People on the street aren't usually there because they want to be. There are so many terrible circumstances that can put you there. Mental illness,
injury, debt, low intelligence, addiction. Yeah, maybe they''s spend that $5 on drugs. But again, maybe if they have an extra $5 they won't have to
steal to get the drugs, or maybe they can finally get a few calories in.
Think how hard it is to pull yourself out of homelessness, even if you're completely sane and sober. I can't imagine where you would even start. No
address, no clean clothes, no showers, hard to find a meal, no phone number, no employment record.
I know some people like being homeless, but I think they are few and far between. It's screwed up that our society basically forgets about these
people, in our own neighborhoods.
We need to fix us. I'd rather have 5:1 be moochers and ensure that 1 is fed, clothed and properly cared for. It would probably cost us a lousy f-ing