Why is it my concern what they do with the money?...And Don't HONK at me!!

"It is our routines and our comforts that allow us to ignore social issues. For some of us, it is our privilege to be ignorant. This video tells the story of social issues challenging our privileges and entering our routines making them impossible to ignore. Social injustice cannot be ignored when you are forced to deal with them. That is the idea behind this video.

What would happen if you were forced to deal with something that you may think has nothing to do with you? If suddenly the world's problems came into your
own home? You would have to realize that you are connected to everything and everyone one earth."




Ok, so I'm the type of person who will dig out my last dollar to give to a homeless person. I've done it since I was a kid and I will always do it. The Hubbs is opposite. He "feels bad" for some of them but will say it as he's passing them on the road.
There was one homeless man many years ago we helped out. For over a week we brought him food every day until one day he was just gone. He never spoke to us but he did tell me that his name was Dave Alice. That's all I ever got out of him besides a quiet "Thank you" after I brought his food.

Anyway, I'm leaving Wal-Mart a few days ago and there is a man there, holding a sign saying whatever. I really don't even read the signs anymore. I know they want money. So I pull over, holding up traffic, to give this man the only cash I had on me (I rarely ever carry cash). I honk at him and everyone else honks at ME. Like I care. If I were any other kind of person I would have rolled down my window and flipped them all off. They are in their air-conditioned vehicles honking at ME and all I'm trying to do is give a man a few dollars. A man, who by the way, was standing outside on one of the most humid days we've had so far. They could all just kiss my booty. I motion to him to open the door so I can give him the money (I couldn't reach it d/t my seat belt being on) and he opened it and I told him this was all I had and he said, "God Bless you" as they all usually do. But then he's gone. This man disappeared so quick I actually thought he jumped in a car behind me. Then I catch a glimpse of him running up to the gas station. Now, everyone always tells me that these guys just want money for drugs or cigs. I really don't care what they use the money for. I'm giving it to them. After it leaves my hands that's it. I would hope they use it for food but if they buy cigarettes or drugs what can I do? I will not judge what they may/may not use the money for. I will admit though that my curiosity got the best of me when I saw him heading towards the gas station with the $4 I gave him. I went on the main road and then turned back into Wal-Mart using the opposite entrance and found him at the gas station. This poor guy was chugging a water and had another in his other hand. I felt HORRIBLE for even checking to see what he did with the money but I feel so much better knowing that I think I'm right when I say it's not my business. This man did not steal my purse, he didn't hold a gun to my head and take the money. I GAVE it to him. If he wants to shoot up with it, buy booze or light it on fire, it's not my business.
I also think that people need to stop suggesting what these people may use the money for. If you are the type who does not like to hand out money then fine. Just don't judge them. You have no idea what happened in someone elses life to get them to the point where they are now. Was it drugs? <--that seems to be the major question and cause people use. My answer to that is, so what if it was? That is a choice they made and yes, it may have caused them to be living on the streets and begging for money. Does that mean you can't spare a few dollars to another human d/t his actions or what he became? If you don't want to give money then give food. They can't shoot that up (yet). If you prefer to just drive by then do it. Just don't honk your DAMN horn at me while I'm trying to help someone out. Drive the hell around me as you try not to make eye contact. Whatever. Just be gone and don't make so much noise as your passing....or trying to pass.

People were a lot quieter today while I stopped to give a different man money on the corner of Georgetown. Not only that, my kids were with me this time and they dug out their money as well. Evan gave his birthday money that he just got TODAY. So let it be known Honkers, there's another generation right behind you. :o)
(The Hubbs was also with us. I would not stop and do this with my kids by myself. I may be generous but I'm not an idiot.)