One Easter I saw a homeless couple who always panhandled near the highway. I took them food. the woman said, "I'd rather have $45 for a hotel room across the street."
I asked is she wanted me to call a shelter, and she adamantly said NO. As I pulled off, she said, "Are you just going to leave us out here in the rain?"
She was under a pavilion completely dry.
I saw her the following year in Florida. It was their way of life. But still, I will always share food.
Yesterday we went to Target and there was an Hispanic looking man with a sign, a big smile and a little boy sitting at his feet beside their van with Texas license plates. Bill had $6 and I had $2. We pulled over, he came to the car and I asked, "What is your story?"
He said, "No gas, need gasoline."
I handed him the money. Then I asked, "Where are you from?"
He pointed to the license plate and in a dialect other than Spanish, said, "Yeah-yeah, from there."
The five year old spouted the truth, "Albania."
Caught! The man's eyes widened and he said, "Yeah-yeah, Albania."
I recognized him as one of the ten families of gypsies living in a four family apartment next door to my old school. We were taken.
My heart was in the right place. So was Bill's. I do hope they got some gas or food. It's people like this who make it bad for those in real need.