Curious case of 2 homeless people

luke wilson

The Living Force
Hi, I've got a story!

Over the last couple of months, on my daily walking routes, to and from work, I've managed to interact somewhat asymmetrically (not in the same way) with 2 separate homeless people, on a daily basis, both of which I don't know their names.

I'll call the first homeless person, Aaron. Aaron turned up at the bottom of my street at some point in the winter. Every morning on the way to work, I would walk past Aaron sleeping on the ground, just underneath an arch to an entrance to a building. He became somewhat of a regular sight and sure enough, every morning, Aaron was in his spot, sleeping, in really low temperatures and sometimes in wet conditions. Good Samaritans on their morning runs etc would sometimes go to nearby coffee shops and buy Aaron a cup of coffee and some other stuff which they'd place by him so that when he got up, he'd have something to eat. I only used to see Aaron in the morning and as he was asleep, I didn't really interact with him. Did I mention he used to hang his shirt quite neatly on one of the railings?

I then started to see Aaron in the evenings on my way back home standing by one of the corners. He used to stand there, with the impression on his face as if he was waiting for someone. You know, he was stood right on a T square in the main village street, looking up one street, down another etc. He always carried this huge rack sack with his worldly possessions in.

So anyways, I started talking to him, exchanging the occasional hallo, asking him how his night was, whenever it was raining or cold we would talk about the weather. It got to that situation where it was like you'd be walking down the street, oh there is Aaron, you stop chat for abit as if to catch up, with everyone else walking around you both.

It took awhile before Aaron actually asked me for any money. Eventually he did ask me for spare change which I gave him and our relationship was quite amicable. I would stop whenever I saw him and we would talk, in town if he saw me, he would wave etc. Sometimes you'd be walking and you'd hear this shuffling of feet, turn back, and boom, there was Aaron. Or you'd hear shouts coming from across the street and you'd see Aaron frantically waving to say hi.

Anyways, eventually Aaron managed to land himself a place to stay and so isn't sleeping at the bottom of our street and nowadays he's got a bike though you still see him walking around or perched by a cash machine. Regardless, whenever I cross paths with Aaron, we always acknowledge each others existence though we've never actually exchanged names nor have we really spoken about our own individual circumstances.

Homeless person B we will call Tim. I only see Tim at a particular spot in the evenings, by a huge archway, strategically perched by one of the main entry ways to the village. Tim asks everyone who walks by for any spare change. Most people, including me walk just on by. Tim also always makes sure to wish you a good day. Literally, he'd see someone walking by and say "Any spare change", the person would keep on walking and Tim will go, "Have a good day", then he'd repeat to pretty much everyone. I have to say that I feel very guilty for I have never given Tim any change. It has got to such a situation, as I see him pretty much everyday, that he doesn't even ask me. He would for example ask the person infront of me, then skip me, or skip me, then ask the person behind me.

I have to say it's a huge case of internal consideration here that has got me to just walk by. As I see Tim most days and we make eye contact etc, if I give him change one day, then not the second, I feel that will be a huge breach, so I have opted to simply not to. I know, it's not a valid reason.

With Aaron, I did use to give him pocket change, then whenever he got in trouble and needing something that anyone would consider substantial to give to a homeless person, he would stand around and wait for me then ask me. The first time he asked me for something substantial was when he gave me a story about this place he found where he needed to raise £30 but no one would give him anything. Sure enough, I walked over to the nearest cash machine and gave him £30. Most people I told this thought I'd been had. Aaron disappeared for a couple of days and for a moment I thought he was actually telling the truth and there was a mysterious place he had found. But then he turned up again and to be fair, I reasoned to myself that £30 is not enough to solve ones homeless problem. But as I said earlier, since then, he has found a roof to sleep under, got new clothes, a bike etc though you still see him perched on the ground during the day every now and again. Most of the time I see him though, he's always on the move, as if he's got somewhere to be or someone to meet or something to do. Anyways, I don't really have to give him change and he is usually cool if I don't as I don't always have change on me nor does he even ask most of the time.

Anyways, yeah, that's my story about the 2 curious homeless people I encounter regularly.
 
I usually give change when asked, if I have any. (don't really spend time judging what they are for, as I'm asked for money, not judgement)

I wouldn't worry about giving one day and not another, as I think most people understand that one doesn't always have any to give, and then a smile and a "sorry I don't have any" or a cigaret can work wonders instead.

I don't know if it is true, but I think that money is a thing that comes easier when one gives some of them away. Like if one don't give, it stops the flow, and so new money have a harder time coming in. So I actually think it is a good deal for me too when I give. I might be wrong, but it seems so to me..
The only money I don't like to give is to taxes (and big corporations), because they are spend on real evil things...I never understood people complaining that their taxes go to people without work, as that's a lot better, and less expensive than luxury for psychopathic politicians and bombs to drop on innocent people and their babies. I'd much rather pay for the booze that a poor drunkard drinks then.

(And also I think that money disappear so fast anyways, that I better spend them before they are gone, as it would be a shame if they were gone before I had spend them, but that might be a bit nutty :rolleyes: )
 
The coffee house I hang out at has a mentally challenged fellow who is always broke.
During the past couple of weeks, I've noticed that a lot of people are giving him not only money, cigarettes, and buying him a meal, but a lot of the women will give him a hug. He's not really clean, but he's very gentle.

As this coffee house is on a busy downtown corner, there are a couple of other panhandlers who frequent the area. I occasionally give them a Toonie or cigarettes, sometimes both. I was once, for a short time, unemployed and on welfare, frequently running out of food and tobacco a week before payday.
It's not a very pleasant experience, so I guess I empathize with them.
 
I know what you mean about giving to some and not others Luke. Sometimes it's the vibe you get off of them. While panhandling is illegal where I live, there is a transient community. Most of them don't beg, but some do. Some are quiet and polite, others are quite aggressive-and scary. But most just sort of drift from one soup kitchen, to a bench, to a church, back to a shelter. I sometimes have my worst case scenario program kick in, and I wonder if the money I give them will be used to buy drugs, and the drugs might be poisoned, and the needle might be dirty, and then they'll get hep c or aids, -and then I just killed the homeless person by giving them a fiver. (And yes, I do realize not all homeless people are drug addicts-i just have this worst case scenario thinking sometimes) My point was that sometimes- I find it better to give them a meal or a coffee. Some friends of mine take the little toiletries, wet wipes, tooth brush, tooth paste, floss, mints-little things like that, and then they put them in a zip lock bag, and when they are approached in their vehicle, they hand the bags out. It seems to work well and their children learn about helping people.
Does the area where you live have shelters or soup kitchens for those in need? You could always donate items, or volunteer there. Sometimes efforts like that are a more direct way to pay it forward. Just thinking out loud.
 
Magpie said:
I know what you mean about giving to some and not others Luke. Sometimes it's the vibe you get off of them. While panhandling is illegal where I live, there is a transient community. Most of them don't beg, but some do. Some are quiet and polite, others are quite aggressive-and scary. But most just sort of drift from one soup kitchen, to a bench, to a church, back to a shelter. I sometimes have my worst case scenario program kick in, and I wonder if the money I give them will be used to buy drugs, and the drugs might be poisoned, and the needle might be dirty, and then they'll get hep c or aids, -and then I just killed the homeless person by giving them a fiver. (And yes, I do realize not all homeless people are drug addicts-i just have this worst case scenario thinking sometimes) My point was that sometimes- I find it better to give them a meal or a coffee. Some friends of mine take the little toiletries, wet wipes, tooth brush, tooth paste, floss, mints-little things like that, and then they put them in a zip lock bag, and when they are approached in their vehicle, they hand the bags out. It seems to work well and their children learn about helping people.
Does the area where you live have shelters or soup kitchens for those in need? You could always donate items, or volunteer there. Sometimes efforts like that are a more direct way to pay it forward. Just thinking out loud.

I once bought a woman with a baby a meal (I think I gave her some change too) and the reason for giving food instead of money for food, was that I had the feeling that she was sent out to beg with the baby by someone else, (woman with baby gets more sympathy) and I thought that she and her baby should at least have some food so they didn't have to beg hungry. (and a break from walking the streets while eating)
The reason I don't like judging what the money is for, is that begging sucks, so it's not for fun, and I know how it is to have a problem and thinking about a solution and coming up with one, but needing help (like borrow a small amount of money) and then asking for help, and getting judgment/parenting from someone who thinks they know better, but actually don't, and are really trying to control, which was not what I asked for (and often they don't know better, because they don't really understand the problem)
And I wouldn't want to do that to anybody.
A junkie that might use a dirty needle and die, might use a dirty needle and die. If I give or not don't make the difference to that. What my giving do make a difference on, is for the junkie to experience a moment of nonjudgemental kindness, and kindness is one of the only things that makes a junkie think there is a reason for not being a junkie..
 
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