Hello everyone! This week on Alphabe~Thursday its all about the letter “P”. I have decided to write about something I have been dealing with for the past few weeks.
It seems to be all the rage these days. Why a few weeks ago there was a young man standing on the street corner right outside of the community that I live in. He was panhandling for money.
Let me describe this young man to you.
He was wearing OP shorts, a Hurley top, a pair of Vans slip on sneakers with a smart phone attached to the pocket of his shorts while holding a “Will work for Money” sign made out of cardboard and smoking a Marlboro cigarette. He was wearing a black sports watch and had sandy blonde hair semi neatly styled, and a mole just above his right eye brow.
How did I know these details you might ask?
Well just so happens that there is a traffic light right there. One of the slowest in town I might add. I had plenty of time to stare him down and shake my head “NO!” while he was scratching his uh “private parts” and wiggling his sign at me.
Someone must have called the police because after three weeks of putting up with his panhandling and dancing around trying to intimidate other drivers, he was gone.
And the owner of the gas station on that corner removed the large bushes he was hiding in until the cars had to stop at the light when it turned red.
I know there are real people that are down on their luck, but I don’t think this particular young man really wanted to work. I think he was looking for a handout so he could buy more drugs.
I hate to be judgmental but I see indigents all the time. They are weathered from living outdoors in the elements. Their clothes are dingy and old. Most seek shade from the heat of day and come out at night. Those that do come out during the day are scouring the streets for cans or dumpster diving.
I have given food, money, blankets, jackets, and even put gas in someone’s car that was down on their luck but I just can’t tolerate alcoholics or druggies.
I don’t believe anyone should ever be hungry or cold or treated with disrespect because they are down and out. After all, everyone had a mother that loved them and they still need love and respect.
If this young man really wanted to work, he would be sitting in the unemployment office or the Day Labor office taking any job that was offered. I guess what I am trying to say is God helps those who help themselves and when they can’t then there are other solutions available.
There are so many people out of work and homeless now, entire families. But I also know there are programs out there to help people get back on their feet, get temporary housing, and jobs, day care, and hot meals. I know because I donate to these organizations to keep them up and running.
You never know who might be knocking at your door or your heart.
We had an old man, clothes in rags and weathered from the elements, come to my place of employment and told us he was hungry. He didn’t ask for money…just said he was hungry and asked if we had any food to give. He was sent on his way with a sandwich and a clean mayonnaise jar filled with hot coffee along with directions to a shelter where he could bathe and get clean clothes and a warm cot for the night.
It breaks my heart to see people this way. The truth of the matter is some choose to live that way and others are unfortunate to have it thrust upon them. And for those that choose to live that way…they are entitled to live their life the way they choose.
Just remember one thing…the world is different now. It is teaming with a population that is being pulled down to the point where it is ready to snap. If you choose to give money to a panhandler that is your business. And if you do, just be careful out there. You may be aiding a drug addict.
Well I hope I haven’t offended anyone. This commentary regarding panhandlers is my opinion and doesn’t necessarily represent that of anyone else.
Please stop by Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent) and read up on other topics about the letter “P”.
Thanks for stopping by!~Ames