tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322791.post1663577267764050955..comments2023-06-17T09:49:42.670-04:00Comments on This mortal life: Giving to the One Who BegsDavid Wilhitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08187161025528660914noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322791.post-70117495876296700962009-10-03T20:27:27.741-04:002009-10-03T20:27:27.741-04:00When I was living in Seattle, I started to carry a...When I was living in Seattle, I started to carry an extra apple or orange in my bag when I walked in the University "Ave" district. The panhandlers usually dominated every street corner, but sometimes I ran into someone really desperately hungry--I wasn't sure if it was for food or drugs, but I was prepared to give anyway. <br /><br />In California on an army base, I found that there were needs right in my neighborhood--a pregnant 21 year old military mom with two toddlers and a husband always "out on the field" or drilling reservist with a physically abusive husband--when she didn't report for duty, Dennis and I would go knocking on her door to see if she was alright because she always came to work or a alcoholic military wife walking off a hangover. I picked her up off the street, not sure who she was, because hookers were known to frequent the area, and she looked like one. I took her home, fed her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and tomato soup while I listened to her story before she took a nap in our guest room. I then took her to Family Services to talk to her counselor. <br /><br />I found that getting involved personally in lives cost me a lot more than a few bucks I would've given a homeless guy on the street. I think that it's more than money that is needed.Altheahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06905812375181816788noreply@blogger.com