the one time we ever were approached by a homeless man, he asked for money so he could eat..... and rather than give him money, the hub went into the nearby subway and got him a footlong meat sandwich and gave it to him and left
prolog>>> being "good witnesses" we turned the car around and went back to witness to him and found him in the alley behind the subway splitting his sandwich with 3 other guys, all of them with that entourage of funk keeping them well guarded.....
we got them all sandwiches and left literature..... the first guy asked if he could hug me
my older son, who was 5 at the time, remembers that event some 18 years later
Chickpea, that made me cry.
At a clinic where I work, they have left-overs all the time - untouched sometimes.
A few weeks back they had bags and bags of individual dinners left over, untouched, in the fridge.
I happened to get a ride from a cabbie because my car wasn't running.
I asked her if she ever sees homeless people on her runs; I have some dinners she could give out (or just keep and take home if she wanted to). I offered her about half a dozen boxes of dinners.
Turns out, she works for the homeless and hungry through her church. The food I offered her just happened to be about the number of homeless people she sees each night.
We had a nice chat about helping people, compassion, and what it means to be human - giving without expectation, whether or not the recipients seemed deserving.
After all, how much of the good things that we have are always deserved? Often times we're just lucky (or not) and so are our fellow humans struggling with hunger, homelessness, drug addiction.
Some have better coping tools than others, and some are prettier and luckier and do better than others because of it. And some are asses. Just like every where else. Can't give up on humanity because of that . . .