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Wordless Wednesday: Dude, Can You Spare a Drink?

A Panhandler
Location: Prague, Czech Republic

November 14, 2016 at 9:04 am 4 comments

I Wanted To Believe

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It was like any other Friday. I took the train home early to avoid the usual crowd. I was about to doze off in my window seat when a high-pitched female voice startled me.

It was from a woman standing on the aisle with her teenage daughter. She said that they were homeless and pleading the passengers for money so she and her daughter could have a place to stay the night.

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September 6, 2014 at 8:48 am 10 comments

My 50 Cents

How’s your generosity meter? Do you give to the less fortunate? And while I’m at it, do you even go the extra mile to open your wallet until it hurts? It’s an irony that our generosity is most often extended more to those who need it less.

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October 3, 2011 at 1:00 am 8 comments

A Matter of Conscience

She was on the subway train again today. To my surprise, she wasn’t that eager to ask for money. She started with her usual spiel. That she had multiple sclerosis. That she needed money for her medication. But this time, nobody paid attention. Somehow her pleading lacked conviction. She was lucky to even get a dollar.

You’ll meet folks like her during commute hours. To many, the train ride is nothing but a way to go to work in the morning or to go home at night. But to some, it’s a place to beg for money, sell merchandise, or preach the gospel. Still, in the early morning and late evening hours, it provides an ideal place for homeless people to sleep until the cops come and shoo them away.

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September 1, 2009 at 11:21 am 12 comments

The Lady on the Train

I bump into her once in a while during commute hours. She’s a middle-aged lady quite on the heavy side. She usually boards the train at 12th street. As soon as the door closes, she starts her modus operandi to a captive audience.

She declares, “I have multiple sclerosis. I need to get my medication. I only have a dollar, but I need 20 dollars to cover my co-payment. Will anybody help?”

When her plea is met with silence, she raises her voice a little in a whining sort of way, “Will somebody please help me? I have multiple sclerosis. My medication runs out. Please help me.”

Suddenly, somebody gives her a dollar. Then, another chips in two dollars.

“I have 3 dollars. I need 17 dollars more. Can somebody help me please.”

Surely, her pleading doesn’t go unheeded. An elderly person adds 5 dollars to the pot.

“Thank you very much,” she says. “Now I just need 11 dollars more. Will somebody please help me? I got change.”

A few more dollars pour in.

“Will anybody please help me?” she continues. “All I need is a couple more dollars.”

This time, she’s ignored. By now, she realizes she has overextended her welcome.

Next stop arrives. She gets off with almost 20 dollars in her pocket.

She takes another train and starts her routine all over again.

Although I think she may really be handicapped, I never give her money. I don’t know why. Sometimes I can be that selfish.

August 24, 2009 at 1:55 pm 5 comments

From The Book Thief

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