I can’t stop thinking about what happened

I remember when I was so poor I had to make $20 stretch over the week

I promise myself one day when I had more money I would do more to help people who were poor because I know what it feels like to be hungry I know what it feels like to open your fridge and there’s no food I know what it feels like to open your pantry and there’s nothing to eat

Even if that homeless person goes out and buys a pack of beer at least that beer is going to make them happy for as long as it will last

When you lend to the poor you were lending to God. It says that in the Bible

I’m not mother Theresa but I do give money to homeless people. I don’t do it every day I don’t do it every week I just do it. Mostly when I have cash in my wallet

I see a homeless man with some groceries walking by fire hydrant he was drinking out of the fire hydrant I had $100 in my purse composed of 20s

I drove up to the man and tried to give them a 20 and I told him please go buy yourself some water and don’t drink out of the fire hydrant

He refuse to take my money. I asked him multiple times and even said please sir please just take the money

He told me that he can’t take my money and he won’t take my money

It reminded me so much of myself. I was extremely shocked it was the first time that a homeless person had ever rejected me offering the money especially a 20

I can’t stop thinking about it and the look he gave me