Today as I was packing my trunk full of delicious goodies for the week and justthen remembering that I forgot cat water and those Crystal Light packets that make water tolerable, a man approached me. He told me his name, and went through quite a story about being new to the area, not at all lazy, and then asked me for money. I told him I didn't have any cash, he apologized for bothering me, and we both went on our way.
While waiting at the red light, I started to feel badly for this man. How hard is it to dress nicely (he was - polo and slacks) and come up to strangers in a parking lot to beg? I mean, we've all eaten our fair share of ick in this world, but we have not yet had to ask strangers for money. It's got to be excruciating and humiliating to do such a thing.
Even worse, I did have a couple of dollars I could have given him. Really, if I can afford some of the things I buy, I can afford to help out a stranger here and there. So since I can't make it up to this guy, I'd decided that while I'm in Seattle, I'm going to convert a twenty into dollar bills and help out some of the homeless up there.
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