Today while grocery shopping, there was a woman standing with a sign on cardboard that said "NEED HELP". I consider myself a kind, considerate human being. So you're probably wondering why I drove by without stopping to help said woman. Well, it goes back longer than just today.
This woman used to stand by the stop sign at Wal-Mart. With the same cardboard sign. I'm always wondering how if these people were in such of a need of assistance, how they got the markers to write on their sign and the scissors to cut it into a perfect square. She also would stand in 100F weather and rub her arms and jump around like she was cold. I'm sorry, but it's blistering hot out and there is no way you are cold delusional woman. Also, she wears decent clothes. Not super nice ones, but they are always clean and they never have holes. Her hair also appears clean and it looks like she brushes it regularly. She also obviously gets her hair cut because it's looked the same for about the last year since I first noticed her.
In addition to this woman, there was also a man sitting in the McDonald's inside Wal-Mart. He had a sign detailing where he needed to go in Minnesota. I'd like to think if I were going to Minnesota, I'd have helped him but the truth is I wouldn't.
I thought about this. WHY? Why do I, as a social-rights activist, caring individual, and mostly Christian (see previous post on religious beliefs) not stop and help him? Or her? Even the first time I saw her, I never spared a dollar for her. In fact, I think I locked my door.
This makes me feel guilty. I should be more willing to help people. But what can a hand out really do? There are places in Ames for people to go. There are homeless shelters, food pantries, and the Dept of Human Services has an office here as well.
Let's face it. These are tough economic times, but Will and I are living a reasonable comfortable time. Things are rough since I'm not working but at least we have a root over our head and food on our table. We even go to the dollar theater to see a movie a few times a month and out to the bar with friends once a month. In order to be a good person am I supposed to give up these tiny fun things we do to help others?
The answer inside of me is a resounding "NO!" But why? Why do I feel such a strong feeling of no against those who could need my help? The answer is, I'm afraid that everyone with a sign is just looking to mooch off the kindness and generosity of others. I'd be willing to bet I won't see that woman once it gets below 20. She'll be in her HUD-assisted housing, eating her food stamps meals and surviving just fine. Hell, maybe she doesn't get either of those because she makes more money out there with her little sign that my husband does contributing to society.
Also, I don't have to be generous with money. I am generous with my time and my used goods. I donate all clothes, books, and other goods that I will no longer be using to Goodwill. I also buy a lot of my books, goods, and some of my clothes there as well. I am generous with my time in a volunteer when I get a chance. I volunteered at the Ames Public Library 5 hours a month last academic year and this summer I helped hand out water when the public water was off in Ames. I also have worked in soup kitchens and gone on mission trips. I'd like to go through training with the Red Cross. So, I'm not a bad person, I just don't hand out money.
So let's put it this way, people out there begging for hand outs piss me off. There are services that can assist people and there are jobs out there if you're that desperate. (I just can't work over-nights at McDonald's or the like because I go to school and I'd never see my husband. So when I say I can't find a job, I can't find a job where I could go to school and see my husband and still be able to work.) I should quit my whining. I have food for dinner, a nice place to sleep, and clean clothes. AND a family that would allow us to crash on their couches if it ever came to that.
So now, I feel guilty about writing this whole thing. I'm tempted not to publish it, but menh. That's how I feel. Take it or leave it.