Seeler
Well-Known Member
I've been volunteering at my church for the past year, welcoming those who come to our door looking for help - a hand-out or a hand-up. Some just need a little help over a rough stop - others are regulars who, for one reason or another - often related to health, will never be self-supporting. My job is to make them feel welcome, be a hostess, provide coffee and snacks, talk to them, be a friend. I've come to know some of them; I've heard their stories.
Recently, I was leaving after Sunday service. Just outside the door, just ahead of me I saw a panhandler approach a couple. They brushed past him as though he didn't exist. I recognized him as one of our regulars.
Now I've heard arguments against giving to panhandlers, and I didn't have any change ready - but how could I welcome this man on Wednesday mornings, and ignore him on Sunday morning? I dug into my purse and pulled out a couple of quarters - not much - but I dropped it into his hat, looked him in the face and told him "Good morning." He looked at me, recognized me, and reached out his arms. We hugged. I have a feeling that being recognized and spoken to was more important to him than my spare change. I wonder how he would have reacted if I had simply stopped to talk. I couldn't remember his name - I wish that I'd been able to call him by name.
Recently, I was leaving after Sunday service. Just outside the door, just ahead of me I saw a panhandler approach a couple. They brushed past him as though he didn't exist. I recognized him as one of our regulars.
Now I've heard arguments against giving to panhandlers, and I didn't have any change ready - but how could I welcome this man on Wednesday mornings, and ignore him on Sunday morning? I dug into my purse and pulled out a couple of quarters - not much - but I dropped it into his hat, looked him in the face and told him "Good morning." He looked at me, recognized me, and reached out his arms. We hugged. I have a feeling that being recognized and spoken to was more important to him than my spare change. I wonder how he would have reacted if I had simply stopped to talk. I couldn't remember his name - I wish that I'd been able to call him by name.