He’s standing on the corner.
Tattered sign in hand.
Holes in his shoes.
Dirt on his shirt.
You’re at the stoplight staring ahead of you….not wanting to stare at his face. Worried that you’ll feel…..guilt.
You think you have a dollar in your wallet. But you’re not sure. And by the time you grab your wallet, the light’s gonna change to green, right?
And what if he’s not even homeless?! What if he’s posing?
You’ve heard all those stories before. People posing as homeless…and then jumping into a white BMW 5 series sedan at the end of a long day of soliciting hand outs.
I used to think…”how can I trust that person? They’re probably not really homeless anyway. And who are they to ask me for my hard earned money?!”
Sad, I know.
But the real underlying issue, that I didn’t realize, wasn’t the validity of his financial troubles…but the validity of my generosity.
Who was I to judge?
If I had the change, and if I had the time…why not?!
Just sticking my hand out, dollar and/or change in hand, always made me feel better as a person….happy that I was doing something good for someone else…regardless of whether the person is homeless or not…at least I took the time to offer what lil’ money I had.
If I have change from a shopping trip (and if I remember), I throw it into that change drawer on the front console of my suv so that I can offer someone in need, something…anything. I am not always able to offer change, but when I do, it’s always within reach.