I once saw a beggar who received from an old lady a pack of biscuits. He thanked her, and then when she was out of sight, he gave all the biscuits to a stray dog.
Romania is full of beggars, but I suspect richer countries have them too. They are an old phenomenon, that appeared probably at about the same time when the street was invented.
Why do they sit on the ground dressed in their rags, holding in one hand a cardboard with a pathetic message, and stretching their other hand imploringly?
Why don’t they try to get some work, or at least attempt to kill themselves?
There is no effect without a cause. If you don’t work, you don’t have food, and you don’t deserve to have it. If you live off others, like a parasite, you feel useless.
I understand that finding work is hard, and that some beggars are physically or mentally sick, or have suffered great misfortunes that left them scarred inside. But sitting still and waiting for things to be given to you is a slow and painful death.
My impression is that beggars don’t really want food or money or even sympathy. They crave a little attention. That’s the only explanation why someone would make of show of his wretchedness on the street.
Next time I’ll meet a beggar I’ll greet him and ask him his name and how does he feel, and if he is friendly, I’ll also ask him if he wants to tell me the story of his life.
Maybe I’m young and naïve, but I think a bit of attention will do him more good than a coin, or a pack of biscuits…