tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post114298814907865936..comments2024-03-29T00:28:02.797+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: BeggarsYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1143487711756029122006-03-27T20:28:00.000+01:002006-03-27T20:28:00.000+01:00Give a man a fish and you have fed him for today. ...Give a man a fish and you have fed him for today. Teach a man HOW to fish and he can feed himself for the rest of his life." ~~~<BR/><BR/>Ok 'O bright One' this ties into this somehow~~~I just forgot where I was going with it~~ so you'll have to figure it out. <BR/><BR/>;)Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06079679312191764013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1143084642413238362006-03-23T03:30:00.000+00:002006-03-23T03:30:00.000+00:00I don't give out money, but I will often offer to ...I don't give out money, but I will often offer to get someone something to eat. We can debate all we like about where the money is going, how it does or doesn't help, etc., but the big problems aren't going to get solved with cash handouts. But how can I argue with hunger? If someone isn't hungry now, that person will be hungry in a few hours. A turkey sandwich will not make a homeless person less homeless, but I feel that if someone tells me s/he's hungry, the neighborly thing to do is to help provide food. My bugaboo is that I often internally berate myself for wanting to do something "good" and yet not being able to solve the problem. Well, I can't do it all by myself, but I can do little things bit by bit. I hope that a little kindness goes a lot further than 25 cents.Saints and Spinnershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04733517166056974501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1143046448305371312006-03-22T16:54:00.000+00:002006-03-22T16:54:00.000+00:00There's this southern comedian who does a very sho...There's this southern comedian who does a very short skit about the homeless/beggars. He says something along the lines of: you KNOW the beggars are going to spend it on booze and drugs - do you really think they can get a job when they don't have a home? It's funny when you hear him say it, but then you stop laughing and realize what a good point he makes.<BR/><BR/>There's a homeless Veteran who lives in "town". He's been around for as long as I can remember - since my teens, at least. He always has on his fatigues, carries a large military issued duffle bag and proudly displays his medals on his shirt and on his hat. He has gone a little nutty over the years (no disrespect intended, at all) and tends to ramble about nothing that makes any sense, now. But, he's still always appreciative for anything one gives - even if it's just a few pennies. It breaks my heart to see him still begging and walking miles all over town every day, but he's been offered many alternatives over the years and has just chosen that lifestyle. It's interesting, but it still leaves me baffled.Hazedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00993258575129632255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1142999774003759172006-03-22T03:56:00.000+00:002006-03-22T03:56:00.000+00:00I had a great-uncle who often ended up begging for...I had a great-uncle who often ended up begging for sustenance. He came from a hard-working Brit family of coal miners, but he couldn't seem to operate within society's boundaries so he played his guitar for food and beer. <BR/><BR/>I have often given what I could to homeless people I met in passing. I remember one man who looked positively frightening, all wild hair, angry eyes, hunched over, soaking wet from walking miles in the rural rain. He took shelter at the post office by the radiator but they shooed him out. His next stop was the public library, again by the radiator. I had seen him pass by a couple of times and this particular day I knew he had to be cold so I popped out of the office, ran to the coffee shop and brought him back a coffee. I was a little scared to approach him because he looked so feral, but I did. Turns out there was one other person in town who always bought him a coffee too. I also remember the librarians looking as if I had committed some sin in acknowledging this man. I know he shouldn't have had coffee in a library, but he wasn't reading, just trying to get warm before moving on.<BR/><BR/>Maybe because of growing up seeing my great-uncle and knowing his past, I feel a small kinship to some homeless people. If it hadn't been for my family I might have ended up on the street, too. No one knows what drove them to live that way. All we can do is offer a bit of kindness when we can, and hope that they meet enough kindness in their journeys to sustain them as they exist in their lives.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com