kraftiekortie wrote:
I live in NYC, where I'll see at least 20 or so homeless people every day. It's a really sad situation now in NYC. There's much more homeless now than there was about 10 years ago.
I wish I could talk to some of them---but they do make me nervous because, like some posters have said, many of them have some sort of mental illness. Some of them happen to have lots of good stuff in their head---but they have difficulty organizing this "stuff" to the point to where whatever they say makes some sort of sense.
Some of them are so arrogant that they think their seat on the subway is THEIR seat, and two or three sets to the right and left of "their" seat. If you "interrupt" them, they might go off on you, try to start a fight with you. One time, I wanted to use a public phone--but the homeless guy thought he had "dibs" on it (even though he wasn't making any calls!), so he started to yell like a banshee when I picked up the phone receiver to call somebody.
I rarely give to homeless people because at least some of them are scamming, or use the money to buy drugs/alcohol. If somebody has body sores, or has half a foot or something, while either walking with crutches or in a wheelchair, I am more likely to give money.
Some of them have really interesting stories to sell, even if many of the stories are really, really sad.
When I lived in downtown Montreal, the more popular streets were lined with beggars, and I used to give each a quarter. They were all identifiable, it was the same people all the time.
One was a woman on Welfare who took to the streets after they deducted the price of catfood from her money. But she had to pretend no income from the street or they'd do it again and again. It made the papers. She weighed about 300 lbs and had massive gorgeous long red hair.
Another was a woman who was crazy as a loon unless her brother found her and made her take her pills; then she was 'normal.' We used to look at each other if we were both in the same universe, but had nothing to say.
There was a man seated on a folded box, holding his hand out, saying nothing. I finally picked him, ignored all the others. Sheer selfishness - too much fussing for quarters. I gave him $2 (a toonie) every time I saw him. He said, "Thank you, I will pray for you." I did a real big double-take! Horrible to admit, but I was thinking, "Look where your prayers got you!"
None of our beggars were violent, except one woman, who eventually od'd. That made the newspapers because we all knew them.
Here's a puzzle. There was one guy on the other side of the street, alone for blocks beside, with a sign that said "Cdn Viet Nam Vet" - I would definitely have flung large bills his way but every time I approached him, all my insides sent huge messages to my mind: "DON'T!" So I didn't. Anybody have any ideas on that?