A Rant...

I was walking Moses last night before heading to bed when a homeless man approached me and asked for change. I told him no and that I did not have any spare change-which was the truth. He asked again and I gave him a firm NO. Then he said that I took better care of my dog than I do of human beings. I responded that he was not my responsibility and walked away. In a way he is right. We do take better care of our animals than we do of humanity. But his homelessness is not my problem. It is not my fault that he is on the streets. I have no idea how this man got to where he is now and in a way I don’t care. He makes this my problem when he asks for money. I have lived downtown for a long time and have gotten pretty good at determining the true homeless/sick. He may have looked the part but he certainly had not missed a meal. This man is living on the streets and has the audacity to judge me? I don’t think so. He even said that God would judge me in the end. I am not really worried about my judgment day. I never feel bad when I refuse to shell out; that is what my tax dollars are for. I would rather buy the guy a hamburger than give out cash. But they never want food just money. He just pissed me off and the fact that it did piss me off just pissed me off even more.