I often see an old guy going through trashcans in my city. He is at least 70 years old, and I have no doubt about him being homeless. When I see him during the winter i buy him a coffee to go. He smiles, he is polite and is very grateful. He has two dogs with him that follow him wherever he goes. One day I gave him some change and he asked me if I had some leftover food so he could feed his dogs. It was cold outside and he said they were sick and hungry. Honestly, it broke my heart. I gave him some leftover chicken with some bread and watched him through the window. He took just one bite out of the chicken and divided the rest amongst his dogs, he divided the bread on 3 parts. I have never seen him drink or smoke, he doesn't beg for money, cares dearly for his dogs, even when he is in such a tough spot in his life. The guy has a big heart and deserves much more than life gave him.
Next time you see the guy and If you can prove that you are really buying him a sandwich or food for his dogs then let me know.
I'll reimburse you in BTC or Dash the $5 or $10 that you have spent.
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As for myself i don't really give to beggars in my city.
There is almost 0% unemployment for anyone can have a job that pays more than enough for accommodation and food.
However I am always okay to help. (i'm organising saussage sizzle, a duck race, cooking for Ronald McDonald house ...)
A quick (long) story about last Xmas.
Last xmas I was driving back from a friend of mine across the country and someone was hitch hiking.
I could see right away that the man was a homeless (carrying a broken backpack, and a bag, huge untidy beard, 99% used sneakers, dirty pants ....).
The first thing he told me was how sorry he was to bit a bit smelly, he had a shower the previous day but had to sleep outside and the rain got him wet (it was fucking pouring outside). I said that the smell wasn't an issue and that maybe one day I could be the one on foot under the rain.
I took him in my car to what was going to be a very pleasant and interesting 3h drive.
Over the course of the drive I got to know him.
Turn out he was a forestry worker, that got injured and lost a couple of fingers, then he became a cartoonist and had somehow some talent.
But being diagnostic-ed with Crown disease he couldn't work anymore. Surviving on social money and sleeping in the forest for the past 17 years.
He was caring with him, three massive drawing notebook with all his drawings, "his greatest possession" as he called it.
He was going to my city to see his niece and trying to sort some kind of inheritance from a distant uncle.
I pretended to need to refuel to stop at service station and get us coffees, he refused, saying that the drive was more than enough and that he never accepted money or food from people that giving him a ride. After a few minutes of negotiating he agreed to.
The drop off location was supposed to be some kind of park next to a library, where the following day he would organise a shower, then go online to find information about a niece he had in my city that said she would help him. He was also interested to do some research about farms that could potentially give him accommodation in exchange of labour.
I decided otherwise. After a lot of talking I convinced him to come to my house, stays the night in one of the 4 guest bedrooms I have and that were always empty.
Get a shower in the guest bathroom that hasn't been used in months. Gave him one of the disposable razors I have.
I also got rid of half of his old clothes, gave him a pair a sneaker bought over ago and still in their original box, jeans I don't fit in anymore, warm socks. T shirts I don't like...
A sleeping bag i only used once in more than 3 years. A multi tool knife I have never used, a backpack I only used once ....
I basically dumped on him a whole set of good stuff, that for me where just impulsive buys that i don't use but for him it meant so much.
It turns out he had bought a smartphone a few days ago ($49) but didn't know how to use it.
I set it up for him, I even installed spotify so he can listen to Dire strait and the Rolling stones.
We set up and email to keep in touch.
The following day (also a surprise) we went to the hair dresser to celebrate this new "him", obviously i paid, i was happy to pay for that man to look like a new man.
We also bought some fruits so he has food and some more razors to stay tidy.
From homeless to a fully respectable man in just one day.
I dropped him to the library he wanted to go, It took about 10 minutes of negotiation for him to accept the $20 note I wanted to give him. I had to insist that it wasn't charity and that this money was for his next hair cut in 1 months.
A couple of weeks later i got an email from him, the inheritance he told me about finally came through ($15 000).
He gave a couple of grands to his niece that helped him, he bought a RV to be able to drive and sleep in it and kept the rest for rainy days.
He told me that he still had my $20 bill that he kept for the next hair cut and that he was out of the streets.
I haven't had any news since, i wish him best fo luck.
I was so happy i could truly help one person change their life.
I usually give money to charity, but helping people directly is much more rewarding that writing a check.