mrswdk wrote:I tried giving a homeless woman outside a bar the sushi roll I was holding at the time, but she turned it down because she didn't like tuna.
Once, back when I was a cab driver, I was sitting in front of the bus terminal in the middle of winter. There was an old bum going through the garbage cans at the bus terminal. I'd see him pull out some fragment of something and chew on it. It was a brutally cold night in January; I really felt for the guy. The food he was pulling out of the garbage can must have been frozen solid; it probably cost him as many calories to thaw it in his mouth as he derived from it.
I took $10 out of my pocket and went over to him. I held out the $10 and said, "Man, go buy yourself some dinner." He just growled at me like a dog and backed away. I approached closer and he began snarling. No words, just animal snarls. He had no front teeth so his canines looked huge. Middle of the night, I'm all alone with someone who looks and sounds like a werewolf. I started getting nervous and got back in my cab. I drove passed and dropped the ten-spot at his feet. He didn't pick it up, just ran away snarling. I went back and picked it up.
Anyone who's stable can get an apartment, get welfare, get retraining, get a job, etc. That all goes without saying. But many of the chronically homeless are burdened with serious depression, schizophrenia, and other illnesses. They are simply not capable of capable of functioning well enough to take advantage of services that are available to them.
Stuff like this...
WILLIAMS5232 wrote:Phatscotty wrote:WILLIAMS5232 wrote:i don't give a cent to bums, or those guys that hit you up at the gas pump who got lost, car broke down, someone stole their wallet, and they just need to get a motel for the night til' their wife/brother/dad/friend can wire them the money.
i do give money occasionally. for instance; when i bought my driver license on line, they asked me if i wanted to donate to state parks and a few other things. well i gave the state parks a $100 dollar bill. if st. jude or texas childrens hospital would ever approach me in a way similiar to that (not face to face) i would chunk some duckets their way as well. other than that, i'm very distrustful of people and their reasons for needing money so i just give them a smug look and be on my way.
i will donate loads of my time to anyone i judge to be deserving of it. meaning, if i see a guy busting his ass to get himself out of a bind, i will stay with this guy until he is out of a bind. but if i see some pathetic wimp crying like a baby cause AAA told him they weren't coming to help him change a flat, i'll let that guy piss and moan while i go on my merry way. i will not transfer soup from a pot to a bowl for some bum that is perfectly capable of doing that himself. nor will i cook it for him.
what i would be willing to do is assemble all the necessary ingredients along with cooking utensils, directions, and heating apparatuses in a box to give to a bum so he can actually do something for himself for a change. i mean seriously. being a bum is the most pathetic form of existance i can think of. it's like saying "hey guys. look at me. i gave up on life, could you do it for me".
both of my jobs over the last 10 years.....ALWAYS HIRING! Oh, but you have to pass a drug test. okay, nevermind....
I can't believe a poor bum can't work and be high. that's discriminatory on some level i'm sure. and yeah, our company has been looking for help desperately for as long as I can remember. meanwhile bums rule the intersections to streets leading into our company's office. this is not a suit and tie position. I work construction which is the perfect job for a bum to get back on his feet. bathing is optional on a construction site.
... misses the point. Many of these people aren't capable of even
asking for a job.
At least one bum that I used to know personally is a former Associate Professor. He wrote the Java compiler that they used for years at Brock University. He did brilliant work, several people have told me. But at some point he became paranoid about deadlines. Still did brilliant work if no time frame was mentioned, but the moment somebody mentioned a deadline he would start to tremble with fear, and that was that. Maybe if that was his only problem he would have gotten some therapy or whatever, but he had a bit of a drinking problem as well, and then his parents who he was very close to died and he just went into a tailspin of drinking and sleeping on the streets.
Besides him, I know two other guys with genius-level I.Q.s that are also unemployed and unemployable, but who manage to navigate well enough to not be homeless and to preserve themselves on welfare.
The traditional judgemental label of "lazy bum" is just so shallow as to be useless. There's a lot more to what's wrong with these people than a lack of desire to work.
Blessed are the poor in spirit; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven, or so they say. We can hope the poor bastards get something.