.....I wasn't talking about the homeless popping out babies....I was tsalking about the 12-17 yr old teenagers!
But Do I agree with the rest of your statement
I posed the same question to family members and here is what my brother said. He’s the one in Chicago.
“Having worked in downtown Chicago for several years, I've had my share of encounters with panhandlers - some quite funny, actually. I made an effort to get to know some and would occasionally treat one to a Burger King or something to sit and visit with them. There was also a group of homeless people that built their own little camp on an abandoned loading dock near the hospital where I worked. I would often spend lunch with them, taking them leftovers from a lunch meeting. What I learned was really most interesting.
There were some that just hit hard times and did want to get a job, and were actively looking. They would panhandle between odd jobs and job interviews. These were usually pretty easy to spot, as they were usually well kempt, clean, showered, clean clothes - it was apparent that they were sincerely trying.
There were your stereotypical drug addicts and alcoholics - dirty, stinking of stale booze, festering body odor, and dried urine. These guys would sleep wherever they happened to pass out - maybe on the sidewalk during rush hour with business executives, salesmen, and secretaries having to walk around - or over - them. Some would at least have the courtesy of making their way to their cardboard home on lower Wacker or lower Michigan Ave to pass out. But it didn't smell very good down there.
A significant percentage of them turned out to be what I called "professionally homeless." Homelessness was their chosen lifestyle, and they actually considered panhandling their "job." Their freedom from any obligations to others was more important to them than food and shelter. They learned how to survive on the streets, where and how to keep warm in the winter, and where and how to keep cool in the summer.
In talking with homeless people, I would ask them what percentage they would guess were professionally homeless. They would consistently give me a percentage in the 90s - over 90% were homeless by choice. Of course some of this percentage also included some of the druggies and alcoholics. Some of the druggies and alcoholics were not homeless by choice, homelessness being a consequence of their substance abuse. But some were both - substance abusers and homeless by choice. Others were homeless by choice, but not substance abusers.
Through getting to know them and learning who they are and why they live the way they do, I came to this conclusion that might help you, Tony. I learned that if they are choosing to live that kind of life, it isn't my place to pass judgment on them. But nor am I obligated to subsidize their chosen profession. I am not their employer - I did not hire them to do what they are doing. Therefore, I don't owe them a wage or salary for their panhandling efforts.
So it's a trade-off. I don't judge them, but nor am I obligated to help them.
But there's another side to this. I have encountered the occasional bum who tried to impose upon me an obligation to help them. They would pester, threaten, and pass judgment on me if I didn't give them what they wanted. I was going to give one guy 5 bucks for a bowl of soup. He looked at it and said he wanted a steak dinner in the restaurant we were standing in front of, so that wasn't near enough money. I put my $5 back in my wallet and walked away, his curses echoing through the streets behind my back.
Then there were a few occasions where they would ask me for money for a sandwich. I told them that I didn't have the money, but I did have a sandwich and would hand them the sandwich Sally made for me for lunch. They'd look at it like it was a moon rock or something and walk away. I guess it wasn't the kind of sandwich they had in mind.
There was also the guy that would sit all curled up in a hoody with the homeless sign in front of him asking for help. He had the pathetic look down like a real pro. He would look up on occasion with big, sad eyes like a beat up puppy. I happened to run into a homeless lady from the loading dock group. She wanted to introduce me to a new friend of hers - the pathetic guy. When she introduced us, he jumped up, shook my hand with a big, friendly smile on his face. As I was turning to leave, he resumed his pathetic position and went back to work.
If someone chooses to be homeless, and if I choose to treat them to a burger or something, it will be on my own terms, not theirs. I owe them nothing, and they are in no position to obigate me to give them anything at all. I won't pass judgment on them - and I expect the same respect from them.
Hope that helps put things in perspective for you.”
We have one of these living on our property right now.
Originally Posted by Spartan
She lives in an old motor-home that someone gave her, and she is a one-day-a-week caregiver to a local quadraplegic man for her food money.
In return for the space to park her "home," and the little electricity and water she uses, she does light yard work for us, and keeps our critters fed when we go away for a day or two.
She's feisty, bone honest, and a self-starter. We love having her around.
And don't mess with her: she has a .22 rifle and knows how to use it.
The guy that I used to work for owns a construction business. He told me about one day on his way home, as he merged off I-65, there was a homeless man waiting on the corner at the stoplight of the exit ramp. My former boss said that he rolled down his window and offered the man a laborer's position on the spot for $9.00 an hour. The homeless man laughed at him, and said he makes more than that on his street corner.
But the one that got me is similar to what someone had previously said. I was waiting at a stop light, and noticed a homeless man at the corner of an exit ramp holding his sign. Well, three cars behind me was a police officer. When the homeless man spotted the patrol car, he very quickly dropped his sign, and started walking the other way, but not before he took a cell phone from of his pocket and began having a conversation.
Several years ago my wife, her son and I ate at a very nice steakhouse in an area of Orlando that used to be called "Church Street Station".
As we were leaving the steakhouse, there was a guy on the sidewalk with a sign saying that he needed money for food.
My stepson had not been able to eat all of his Filet Mignon, and had it in a to go box. He offered the guy his Filet Mignon and the guy refused it saying that he preferred cash instead.
I looked at him and shook my head and told him that if he was really hungry he would not refuse a free steak dinner.
After that day, I NEVER offer anyone cash. If they are hungry, as a Christian, I will offer them food, but NEVER any cash.
I really think Local governments have got to come up with some Panhandaling laws that have some teeth to them, and then enforce them.
On a positive note, My wife and I were on Dale Mabry near Raymond James stadium in Tampa and stopped for a redlight. A guy with a sign began to approach our car, but before he could do so a Tampa Police Officer pulled up from the other direction, stopped, ordered the guy to give HER (yep, female cop) his sign and then ordered him to leave the area.
My wife and I were so impressed that I rolled down my window and we yelled thank you to her before she had a chance to drive off.
She just smiled and waved and she drove off and the panhandler left the area.
Ah yes, there is some justice still in the world