Sometimes I give them change or buy them a burger on my way out of the restaurant. But I can’t do it all the time, I’m scrapping by myself, sure my situation isn’t as bad as theirs but I’m not racking in the bucks either.
But the amount of times I get polled for spare change in a week is driving me insane (not to mention that someone tries to give me a free city paper at just about every corner or subway exit). But just like them I’m doing everything I can to keep my head above the water, I’m just further up the mountain than they are, but I still have to climb the mountain. I can’t fix the problem and I feel harassed, not by the beggars, but by my guilt for having my life being better than theirs.
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