“It’s illegal.” I stare bare into her eyes, “what do you mean it’s illegal?” Apparently handing spare change to a homeless person is strictly prohibited. “You’re just not allowed to Jem, or someone might see you…” I continued walking. Irritated, but I continued walking, pondering. This is outrageous. I don’t believe her… I turned around handing the man the change I iniated on giving him. He smiled, and there was no way that I felt good about it. My friend then pulls my arms, as I backfired and stood there patiently waiting for the man to finish talking. Calmly saying, “thank you, thank you” in a slow paced way. He struggled as if his dinner replaced his pride, which was letting loose for a young lady had given him toll for his meal that night. I then heard, “hey Jem, please let’s go…” Not only that, but I also heard, “who does she think she is?!” There were people glaring at me, hissing. Harrassing with their eyes. With the way their mouths were curved, they were unhappy. I then felt all my dignity flush out and vanish with the foot steps I took towards my friends. “Don’t worry about it, some people are just ignorant. They think by the way you dress and speak…” I interrupted her, “that I have money? That I think I’m better than these people?!” Since I have been here, I have recieved the same demeaning reaction from strangers. It isn’t new to me, I’ve grown accustomed to it. But it gets degrading each time.
”I don’t care what they think. I just made someone’s night.”
that’s the attitude we should all have. don’t worry about what others say.
keep giving. keep loving.
