Today I was drawn towards giving a harmonica player $5. Usually I walk past the beggars (they rotate the spot - sometimes it's a guitarist) with the flock of other urban workers, rushing to get to our desks to check Facebook.
But not this time.
I sat on a park bench (that has probably been urinated on by countless drunks), ate a pastie with sauce out of a paper bag and waited for my sister. During this time I listened to the harmonica and watched every single person walk on by without stopping or throwing their change.
I had no idea that we all did this. I felt ashamed.
Are we all so dismissive? I presumed someone else was throwing coins.
Are we all so dismissive? I presumed someone else was throwing coins.
It appears we have all been so hard hit by the GFC, that unless the beggar was willing to give us a tax receipt, we were not going to part with a cent.
The beggar must have really thought we liked his music, as my sister also gave him $5.
And this was her donut money.
And this was her donut money.
He didn't look like a drunk. Or a drug addict. Or a robber. Perhaps he was just trying to scrape together enough change for a Cafe Primo $9.90 meal. Glad we could give it to him.
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