It seemed like a normal day. I had just finished the shopping trip for the week and came out of Walmart, wondering why people were going on and on about how hot it is in Vegas. Didn't seem that hot today...As I was putting my groceries into my car I noticed him. He was in his mid to late thirties, dirty clothes that were hanging off him.
From a distance he asked me something, but I couldn't understand him.
As I was coming closer I heard him say 'Don't come closer. I'll just stay back here. I was just wondering if you had something to eat for me?'
This is almost normal in Vegas, as sad as that sounds. Depending on what part of town you're in, you will be asked by homeless people for food, money, booze, whatever else they feel you should give them.
I usually don't buy into that, knowing what services are available and how little they are used at times, and also knowing people who have made it off the streets and the stories they tell me.
But we were far away from any place that I knew of that offered services to the homeless, so I decided to dig through my groceries and see if I could share stuff with him.
Til this point all was very normal, except for this: he kept on insisting on staying away and not coming close, and whenever I came closer, or handed him stuff he said that I must either be an alien or a Christian...
While he's dead on with both (Legal Alien AND Christian) it saddened me to think that only Aliens (I know what he meant!) and Christians would even consider giving towards people who are asking.
I mean, don't get me wrong... Go Christians... Apparently you DID listen to that sermon...
But do you know what I mean?
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