I just saw something that turned me inside out. As I was returning from taking the boys to school, I saw a female panhandler standing on the corner of a major intersection “ signing” I’m hungry....... now I don’t know much “signing” but that’s one I know oh to well. I have $5.00 in my pocket I would have given but I was too far away and traffic started moving. Because of the weather here we have panhandlers often......... in some countries I have been to, it’s a job. Story — when I was 5 a man came to our home. We were poor. My mother gave him all the change she was saving in a pickle jar. Well later that day my grandfather was in a car wreck. We went to help him. My mother took me in a bar to ask to use the phone to call a tow truck....... and there sat that man, drinking what was our change away.......... I don’t know......
Get em panhandlin here too ,in the summer.
There was a group of females (look out ,they can be sleuths) that studied one guy.
He had a decent van he returned to and more food than a pet raccoon...
Time was ,a bum only wanted a hand out.
A ho-boy or hobo would do something for it. Cut wood ,clean some windows ect..
If a guy needed money I have work. But most are not looking for work but rather are on the bum and only want money for nothing.
Nothing wrong with helping some one who is down ,but knowing they are really down is different than being conned.
I covered an old gals tab who is a regular at a nearby greasy spoon without her knowing. Something I do for elderly folks at times.
Her tab was a little over 3 bucks. Folks ,that's frugal, but such is life for more than a few.
Inflation vs a "fixed" income makes for thin gravy if one lives very long on a meager income and with a limited ,if any investment portfolio. I know that tune...
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world below
There is no toil, no sick, no danger
In that fair land, to which I go
I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home, no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my pathways rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home, no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
Bill Monroe - Wayfaring Stranger Lyrics
