That's deep..I guess I should start skipping the middle man and just take old( out grown) clothes and jackets to the homeless now.
Bigger, stronger, more to the point, better for the homeless person--a place to shower. Seriously. Most people have no idea how hard it is to keep yourself clean using gas station restrooms. Try finding a job when you look such a mess.
I have been homeless a few times in my life as a young man and now I give back by volunteering at soup kitchens. It is very rewarding to assist these people in need, after all they are human beings with feelings.
:) "They" are, indeed. They are us.
Don't mean to be a dick but.
Kind of hard to find who really is deserving in some cases.
Was gifting a fella with a sign 5 bucks..
One day asked him how he do money wise. He said it's easy making 100 bucks in a day, folks give him food, no rent live in box by river, sends money home. Told him hell that's more than I make farming.
He said... Get a sign.....
You're not being a dick, you're being observant.
Last weekend Dave took me to Old Town Sac for my birthday. Within minutes of getting there, I looked down and found $60. We looked around for whoever may have dropped it, but couldn't find anyone. A woman said to take it to the visitor's center and at first we agreed, but then I realized no one's going to go
there to look for their money, the VC would just keep it. We went on our way instead.
A little while later, after we'd lunched, a large, clean, freshly shaven man whose shoes fit him perfectly walked up to us and announced he was a homeless veteran, could we spare a few bucks so he could have a beer and feel normal? He pissed me off immediately, but neither Dave nor I wanted to cause a scene, and while money's tight it's not that tight, so he gave him a few dollars to have his beer to feel normal. (I no longer judge someone based on old ideas, such as, "I can't give him money because he might buy booze with it!" If that's how he copes with his life, so be it, not my place to make that judgement.)
Not two minutes later I look over and I see a woman, covered in plastic bags that she's been stuffing with more plastic bags, digging through the trash for yet more. She was wearing an OLD pair of men's saddle shoes that were several sizes too large, but at least that allowed for the several pairs of mismatched socks she was wearing to keep warm. Same thing with the layers of clothes. I grabbed Dave's arm and pressed the money into his hand, SHE is the person who truly needs that money.
And while it felt kind of good to be able to give her money, it felt awful to walk away. Absolutely awful.