I was downtown earlier today going to half price books with my son when we stopped at a light and there was a homeless man (althought the nicest dressed one i have seen in awhile) standing on the corner. There were actually 4 different homeless people asking for change at each light at our intersection. While sitting there 3 high school kids walked up to him, dressed as if they had just gotten out of church, and they were carrying a mcdonalds bag and drinks. The girl holding the food walked up to him and offered him the bag. He said something and the look on her face was priceless. "I can't believe I tried to do something nice for someone like you and you refused..." this is what I am sure she was thinking. Really though, if I was homeless and some self righteous religious kid came up to me offering me the lowest quality food as a way to make their day feel like they had greatly improved someone's life I would refuse as well. The kids looked so lost and confused as they looked around at one of the dirtier homeless people on a different corner, almost immediately I could see their faces change from dissapointed to scared. I will finish this thought/story later because right fucking now my shithead ex wont stop talking to me and I cant fucking write with his annoying bable in the back of my fucking head....AGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! What a god damned asshole....SHIT!
dpgc44:
I understand how the hell they feel but yet again I have done that and gotten dissed, asking me that he wants money for booze. From that point on I was like fuck them. Now and then I still give them change but all in all I cant' stand them.
southernspirit:
I have shared a similar expierence but different to be exact.Each week we go to the local library down town and everytime we are on the main road to it there is a homeless veteran.I have seen others that are homeless as well but have seen how they beg and ask for handouts,but this one man,everytime I see him he seems to be so happy.Even though he is inclined to live in a wheel chair for the rest of his life,and is homeless and has one leg,everytime I see him he always has a kind smile on his face.Old clothes,a scruffy beard,and very skinny,he is war torn but act like nothing has happened and enjoys life even though he doesnt have alot he deals with it,doesnt complain.Instead of being like the other people who are homeless and addicts he keeps to himself,is grateful for what he gets and that is beautiful.So one day as I was getting something to eat with my girlfriend he was at a crossing as the college kids passed him,he looked tired,and didnt have that lightful smile on his face.As we got food I went to him and gave him it and sat next to him and talked,I told him I saw him everyday,that I always enjoyed seeing his light and he looked at me and smiled and he began to weep.He told me a little of his story but instead of wanting and pleaing for pity and wanting people to be sorry he was proud of what he did in his life and though he was homeless and all he didnt mind because to him he lived with love in his heart and for his country as well.And even though he is forgotten by his country and its people he still hold passion and love for others even though looks decieve.It effected me so much and made me so sad,upsetting as its hard to stir me emotionally but it was the fact he held that love and passion that inspired me but made me sad to see how he was treated.I looked at him and told him I was thankful for him and his service and what he has sacrificed for his country and shook his hand and told him that he was loved and gave him a hug.It didn't bother me he was dirty or a stranger,or that he was homeless,but the fact of it is he is a fellow human being and when I told him I loved him he looked at me with so much happiness and I could see that he hasnt heard that in a long long time.Ever since then when I pass him going to the library,I always smile to him because I am honored to have met someone like himself,it didnt matter to him that he was poor because he was a king with the riches of caring and loving for others and this world.It's that reason I am deeply reminded that there is still hope in this world.