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Array ( [sid] => 184316 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Helping Hand [time] => 2017-07-09 15:22:12 [hometext] => Giving money to the homeless, serves us, not them. [bodytext] => She was sitting on the sidewalk with dirty tangled hair;
With extended hand and toothless smile, she asked me if I cared.
I grabbed a shopping cart and went inside the store;
Wondering how many others had turned her down before.

Standing at the checkout with two carts full of food;
I wrestled with my conscience, shed changed my attitude.
Before I left the checkout I had a sandwich wrapped;
And as I left , I passed her, and placed it in her lap.

Neither of us said a word, she clutched it to her chest;
I watched her from the parking lot; I thought Id done my best.

She disappeared inside the store, sandwich in her hand;
And came out with a bottle, for such had been her plan.

She traded food for alcohol; and drank it straight away;
A bottle full of whiskey, Id given her today.

I don’t give food or money to the homeless anymore;
It keeps them out there one more day; alone, exposed, ignored.

Try serving Christmas dinner at your local church instead.
Or flip hotcakes at Stand Down, and give a vet a bed;
Handouts help the hander; she taught me that refrain;
Help is there, but first she has to come in from the rain.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 71 [topic] => 66 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
A Helping Hand

Contributed by softerware on Sunday, 9th July 2017 @ 03:22:12 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



She was sitting on the sidewalk with dirty tangled hair;
With extended hand and toothless smile, she asked me if I cared.
I grabbed a shopping cart and went inside the store;
Wondering how many others had turned her down before.

Standing at the checkout with two carts full of food;
I wrestled with my conscience, shed changed my attitude.
Before I left the checkout I had a sandwich wrapped;
And as I left , I passed her, and placed it in her lap.

Neither of us said a word, she clutched it to her chest;
I watched her from the parking lot; I thought Id done my best.

She disappeared inside the store, sandwich in her hand;
And came out with a bottle, for such had been her plan.

She traded food for alcohol; and drank it straight away;
A bottle full of whiskey, Id given her today.

I don’t give food or money to the homeless anymore;
It keeps them out there one more day; alone, exposed, ignored.

Try serving Christmas dinner at your local church instead.
Or flip hotcakes at Stand Down, and give a vet a bed;
Handouts help the hander; she taught me that refrain;
Help is there, but first she has to come in from the rain.




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Re: A Helping Hand (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Wednesday, 12th July 2017 @ 06:19:06 PM AEST
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A solid message. I/'/ve drawn the same conclusion. If one has the energy to stand all day holding up a sign (I don/'/t!) then that one has the energy to work.

If you think me callous, go give your earnings to those who don/'/t earn or contribute to a positive human experience, but expect you to provide for them on the basis of a scrawl on a piece of cardboard.

Mike


Re: A Helping Hand (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 9th February 2018 @ 04:26:35 AM AEST
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So true!!!
I agree with Mike as well.
It is so bad here even in the country with lazy panhandlers. Yesterday one tried to demand $20.
Sorry dude!!!




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