“You got any spare change?” the man asks. He’s grubby, carrying a small backpack holding all of his belongings and a cardboard sign that says “Lost job. Anything helps.” I shake my head and hurry past, staring at the ground, not even looking him in the eye. I wanted to help him, but I couldn’t in good conscience give him money that he would just use to buy more drugs.
Five years ago, this was my normal reaction to people I saw begging on the street, but not anymore. I’m done with ignoring the homeless.Continue Reading