My mom was homeless for awhile, and it was pretty hard not to see her in other homeless people I saw on the street after that. So yeah, I usually help the homeless.
For a few years now, my wife & I have stopped throwing away our old shoes, jackets, and sheets/blankets. Instead, we keep them in the trunks of our cars and give them to people we see on the street that look like they could use one.
If I'm caught in traffic and there's someone by the side of the road, I'll give them a dollar or some change. If there's someone at a train stop and they need a token and I have an extra one, I'll give that. I don't usually give to people on the sidewalk because I'm either on a bike or walking in a hurry.
A guy in front of me one day handed someone a Dunkin Donuts bag, I wonder if that was a nice gesture (a meal) or an asshole one (trash).
I also have never thrown away clothes, shoes, blankets, etc. They always go into the donation drop boxes.
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We don't have a lot of homeless folks here in this part of the state. They gravitate towards the bigger cities where there are more people and resources than here. The ones that I do come into contact with are generally clients of the place where I work, so we're helping them out on a pretty regular basis. That said, I think it's pretty cool that Frosty and his wife have things on hand in their cars to hand out just in case. Nice.
I have done Habitat houses, I worked at a breakfast for the Homeless our church puts on every week from time to time, and I have been on a couple of trips where we variously worked in shelters, sorted clothes for donations, played Santa Claus at a shelter, built a playground for kids staying at a shelter, and once, spent a day just cleaning up at one.
My church is very mission to the homeless centric.
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.
For my mother: a handmade woolen shawl. For my father: I pooled resources with my brothers and bought him a new carburetor for his beloved Dodge, as he could not make the stock carburetor work any more. Steph