Just read this in another post. This breaks my heart. I can imagine this old man being my dad or my grandfather. My heart breaks seeing this. The world is a tough place and yes, everyone has their own sad story. But I would not be able to see this man and merely walk on by. Before assuming that they are begging for drugs & alcohol, first think about simply helping another person in dire need.
Yesterday I saw something disturbing:
Take this photo
(this was from some blog about Hong Kong)
Now, instead of the beggar being on the sidewalk of Hong Kong, place him in Seoul. Now, take away his hat and instead place his arms extended and palms upturned in a cup formation. Now, place the begger at the entrance of a subway station, but not at the opening – no – halfway down the granite steps. And not just perpendicular across multiple steps, no – his upper torso was fully prone, running the length of ONE TREAD. THE most formal of bows, his forehead touching the ground.
It was an amazing site, this man bowing the most reverent, supplicant bow in the worst possible conditions, blocking the stairs, a hundred people trying to get around him, totally silent but for his outstretched hands and what they were saying.
I could have taken a photo. I should have taken a photo. I should have fought the crowd and put some money in his hands. I should have turned around. But I couldn’t have taken a photo without giving him money, and I wouldn’t have given him money without feeling guilty for wanting to photograph him. And as I was debating this, my legs were still carrying me forward and deeper into the subway system.