There are times, I must admit, when I walk past. I see several street people everyday I walk to or from anywhere downtown, I feel rushed to get where I'm going and haven't taken the time. Usually, I do stop. A couple of times, walked past one who was abusive toward me, once, someone spat on me as he walked past - but the majority of the time I find street people friendly and open and interesting to talk to. There is one who harasses me for money like a slick car salesman sometimes. We've got a bit of a routine. He is a recovering addict but says he quit using (he has put on weight in the last few years) but he still does his thing - he might make more money than I do - but we have gotten to know each other, and so I stop and chat with him - if I am in a rush I let him know "hey there! I'm running late. Next time." I sometimes have given him money - a bit of change - but when he says, "Could you spare just a little more?" and I haven't got it, I tell him so. With a laugh, "Do I look rich to you? Come on man!" and he laughs back and says, "I know, I know. You're good people." We shake hands.They are human beings...and there but by the Grace of God go I. I am never far from where they are. It may seem that way, but I realize how easily one could end up in the same boat not by choice.Kimmio, I think that the important thing was that you spoke to the man even though you didn't have anything to give him. You recognized his humanity. I have heard that the worse thing you can do to another person is pretend they aren't there. Many people would rather be sworn at than ignored. Of course they would rather have a kind word. And a bit of change. But I think many would prefer a smile and a few words to a bit of change grudgingly given.
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