True story from a friend sent to me this morning... I hope it makes you laugh and think twice...
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So I was walking down the street yesterday and I came upon a homeless man begging. He was sitting on the ground shaking a cup and asking everyone for change. This guy was pretty sad. I didnt want to stare but I'm pretty sure he wasnt wearing pants and his smell rivaled Matt after chugging coffee for 6 hours, chain smoking cigarettes filled with elephant dung and sweating to the oldies. So, as he is saying he needs a dollar to buy a sandwich from the shop directly in front of us, I stopped and started feeling around in my pockets for change because I thought I had some. Unfortunately I couldnt find any and so I said I was sorry and I paused for a second to try to convey my sincerity. At this point the homeless man gets up (he was indeed not wearing pants) and starts pulling coins out of his begging cup and looks at me seriously and says........"do you need a dollar?..." At this point all my pride and dignity has been shattered, but he wasnt done. He starts to try to lead me into the sandwich shop as he is insisting on buying me food. So I say, what the hell. I walked into the shop with a pantless homeless man and he proceeds to pour his cup of change onto the counter and orders 3 cookies. Of course the overwhelming stench from this man is more than enough to enrage the owner of the store, not to mention the fact that the man is in his underwear. So here I am, wondering what my life has come to as I have to stop the owner from bludgeoning a homeless man to death with a broom. After being expelled from the shop I thanked the man for the gesture and declined his offer to "go back in there and stab that man in the eye."
"Non est ad astra mollis e terris via." - Seneca | rappstar.com | FB - Rappstar Racing | IG - @jordanrapp
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So I was walking down the street yesterday and I came upon a homeless man begging. He was sitting on the ground shaking a cup and asking everyone for change. This guy was pretty sad. I didnt want to stare but I'm pretty sure he wasnt wearing pants and his smell rivaled Matt after chugging coffee for 6 hours, chain smoking cigarettes filled with elephant dung and sweating to the oldies. So, as he is saying he needs a dollar to buy a sandwich from the shop directly in front of us, I stopped and started feeling around in my pockets for change because I thought I had some. Unfortunately I couldnt find any and so I said I was sorry and I paused for a second to try to convey my sincerity. At this point the homeless man gets up (he was indeed not wearing pants) and starts pulling coins out of his begging cup and looks at me seriously and says........"do you need a dollar?..." At this point all my pride and dignity has been shattered, but he wasnt done. He starts to try to lead me into the sandwich shop as he is insisting on buying me food. So I say, what the hell. I walked into the shop with a pantless homeless man and he proceeds to pour his cup of change onto the counter and orders 3 cookies. Of course the overwhelming stench from this man is more than enough to enrage the owner of the store, not to mention the fact that the man is in his underwear. So here I am, wondering what my life has come to as I have to stop the owner from bludgeoning a homeless man to death with a broom. After being expelled from the shop I thanked the man for the gesture and declined his offer to "go back in there and stab that man in the eye."
"Non est ad astra mollis e terris via." - Seneca | rappstar.com | FB - Rappstar Racing | IG - @jordanrapp