After recent trips to New York and Chicago I remembered a story from my childhood.
Walking the streets of any big city you’re bound to cross paths with a bum. Of course they ask for money. I always feel bad. I used to want to give them something. But I don’t and it’s not just because I never have cash.
When I was a kid, I remember being out with my Mom and saw a bum. Cardboard sign and all. I told my Mom I felt bad for him. My Mom said, “You have money, go help him.”
I did have money. A $10 bill from a freshly cut lawn. So I went over. “Here Mister!” and spotted him a $10. Little Jashon making a difference. I was so proud.
That bum pulled a wad of bills from his pocket, wrapped my $10, and put it back in his pocket. No “Thanks “. He turned around and kept begging.
So I don’t give money to bums. He ruined it for everyone.