There
is a very nice man in a wheelchair usually on Madison near 59
th. He
greets people with the biggest smile, he gets to know you, “How’s your
sister?”
He sells papers and
there’s a cup in his lap.
We’ve
spoken for years and I’ve never put a dime in it. I prefer to have a
conversation and buy a paper. I know he does too.
“Hey,
golden girls,” a guy sitting on a sidewalk yelled at my friends and me one
afternoon. “Y’all look good for your age.” He had decided that we were looking
good for our ages that he did not know.
It didn’t matter that he looked horrible. He was rude and he knew it as he tried to walk back from his comment. We agreed he needed to sharpen his game if he wanted a full cup. Not everyone in need is like that.
Sometimes
giving is organic and before you know it you’re digging for coins. Don’t just
throw it into the cup and keep on walking. Make eye contact and acknowledge
their gratefulness. Most express thankfulness more than those who don’t need a
dime.
Give unconditionally, no need to tell them how you think they should spend
it. And whatever you do, don’t give out of pity, to do that is to look down on
someone.
I’ve seen people send
their children over to give, personally, something about that bothers me. I
think it’s grown up’s work or at least someone of an age who understands the
act of giving.
There are a whole lot of people asking these days for what you have. If you choose to give, think about how you would like to receive from a perfect stranger.