[AquaticAmbi]

Heh, I was just talking about homeless people this morning after finals with two friends. Basically, I guess I may be a bit too compassionate when it comes to homeless people. I don't care how they got there, if they're real or not, what they're going to spend the money on, etc. The only thing that matters to me is that there's a starving person before my eyes and that I'm fortunate enough to have money to spare. I mean, I'd buy them a sandwich before I'd give direct money to them... Actually, depending on the situation (if they look really bad off), I'd give them both. If they spend it on alcohol, that's their choice. I can't really blame them... They're poor, feel hopeless... They probably just want to drown themselves with alcohol for bit to escape their cruel existence.

I've surprisingly never had a chance to do this though. I've past hobos on the sides of the roads when I'm with people in cars, but I can't ask whoever is driving me to pull over so I can give some strange person money. However, once I was with my mother at McDonalds. As we walked in, we past two homeless men digging through the trash. I felt such respect for them for not begging for money and being a bit creative--One found a used cup and came in to casually feel it up like a re-fill. The other couldn't find a cup, so his buddy shared with him.

It absolutely broke my heart to see these two men--All they had was each other. When one died, who else would care? Where do they sleep when it's cold out while I'm all warm in my bed? What would they eat that day when I'm at my grandmother's--everyone stuffing their faces with all the food my mom was buying? I begged her to let me get them some food or even give them mine, but she refused. To make up for this, she claimed she'd work at a soup kitchen one day... Heh, speaking of hypocrits...