There is a homeless man (I’ll call him Pete) that stands on a street corner nearby my home. He’s been on this corner since I moved into this neighborhood almost 4 years ago. A staple to our community really. And it’s a busy intersection, lots of traffic. He carries a little cardboard sign that reads, “Homeless – need help – God bless you for anything you can give me.” Pete always wears the same clothing – a dark pair of grimy jeans and an old, torn plaid shirt. Sometimes in the cold he will have an oversize army jacket over his clothing. Beneath his captain’s hat he has long white hair pulled into a ponytail in the back of his head. He has intense blue eyes that stand out against his grizzled face that is tan and weathered, like a sailor. I have seen those eyes close up several times, as I hand him my loose change or occasional spare dollar bill. Those eyes always twinkle at me as he takes my offering. Pete is always polite, friendly, and thankful for anything you give him, even if is just a few quarters. One time I even went to the market and bought him some bags of food. Which he took graciously and thankfully. It made me feel good to know that I’d helped him. I wanted him to know that there are kind and loving people out there. He probably sees so much coldness and apathy.
Usually, I’m at this intersection during peak rush hour, around 6 or so. Yesterday, things were a little different. I got off work late. I didn’t get to that corner until around 7 PM. As I was sitting there at the red light, I saw Pete take his ratty backpack and his sign and walk over to a nearby parking lot. He got into a fairly clean old model Chevy that wasn’t in very good shape and proceeded to drive away. I sat there for a moment just a little stunned. As I drove away from the light, I began questioning his claim. I questioned his honesty. Was he really homeless? Did he live in a shelter? Did he live in his car? Did he have children that were starving? Did he have a sweet hungry wife waiting somewhere? Or was he just a con artist trying to make an easy buck?
I know that there are con artists that do pose as homeless people. I’m sure some of them make a decent amount of money. But I also know there are people who are down on their luck and really need assistance. Face it, nobody WANTS to be homeless. Some homeless are there because of addictions and others are there because of making poor life choices. But my question is, “How do you know the difference?” My experience yesterday has left me shaken and confused. Maybe even a little disappointed. Unfounded disappointment perhaps, but it’s still there. Part of me still has compassion for this little man, but another part of me feels duped.
I write this right before I leave my office to go home tonight. I find myself asking more questions. Will Pete be there again? Will his white Chevy be in the nearby parking lot again? Do I ask him questions? Do I say something to the police? I’m not sure. I struggle with my anger and wanting to confront him, but then I also struggle with a desire to be compassionate and trust that he really needs help.
I guess I’m more relating my experience than anything, but if you have any input, I’d appreciate you sharing.
Billygoat