why are there people like him in the world

A while back I wrote about a friend whose restaurant burned down, well, things are looking up. She bounced back and opened a take Away in town. This past week I’ve been helping her in the evenings because she dad to cater for some international hunters.

Every evening this homeless man comes around asking for something to eat. Now it’s in my nature to help so my first instinct would be to help him. But then my friend told me that two days prior to me working there he came by and she helped, on the third day she suggested he help her pack some coldrinks in return for food, he refused. She told me not to help him again.

This evening he came around again and started bugging the customers, when one man offered him work in return for some money he became rude, so we desided that was that.

Now Momzy didn’t raise me to be rude, but what’s a girl to do, he reeks of booze and he’s rude to my customers. I still feel sorry for him. Tonight I’ll eat my cheese burger garage pie, when I get home, I’ll probably make Momzy and myself a nice cup of hot chocolate and then I’ll crawl into a snugly warm bed. This man has to go sleep hungry and cold somewhere on a hard pavement or park bench, in the middle of the winter. Why are there people like him in the world.

I wish there was more I could do for him, but he doesn’t want help he wants a hand out. An old Chinese proverb says, give a man a fish and he eats for a day, teach a man to fish and he never goes hungry again. This man doesn’t want to learn to fish, he just wants a fish…

my inviroment

hi, remember me, sorry i haven't been around. or maybe you haven't noticed. well i didn't have much to say lately. i acrually still don't have anything to say but i'll leave you with a few pix of my lovely little home town. enjoy

my backdoor and my bike

my primery school

my friend's house

and what followes is another few houses in town i like.