||[Jan. 29th, 2009|10:31 am]
Walking down 4th in Seattle, there was a woman sitting on the sidewalk with her back against the wall of a building. She implored me for food and I offered her a granola bar. She said she didn't have the teeth to eat one and I thought that was rather sad.|
Weeks later, I saw the same lady in the same spot. She implored me for food and I offered her a tangerine. She said she didn't have the teeth to eat one but could I maybe buy her a chocolate milk or some warm soup?
I thought it was weird that she didn't want to at least make an attempt with my tangerine but, feeling charitable, I went to the nearby grocery store and bought her a chocolate milk and a large cup of soup from the deli. I put two handfuls of crackers and a spoon in the bag as well.
Then I gave her the food and this was her reaction, "What kind of soup is it?"
Me: "Beef and barley."
Her: "Okay, okay. Did you bring a spoon?"
Me: "Yep. It's in the bag."
Me: "Well, keep warm."
How about a "Thank You", lady? I'm sure you've had a hard life and I certainly don't expect you to grovel at my feet in order to stroke my ego.
However, what is my motivation for ever feeding you again? If you were truly cold and hungry, you wouldn't give a damn what kind of soup it is, would you?
I left wondering if I'd even done a good thing. I left thinking, this is why this woman doesn't have a job. I tried to be a good person and I left with thoughts that made me feel like was decidedly not one.
So, thank you, homeless lady. I spent $6 on a life lesson and, once I puzzle it all out, I think you taught me something very valuable indeed.
But what should I say to her if I ever see her again? :P