The other day I was in town with my daughter and we saw this man sitting on the ground, looking sad and like he was under the influence of alcohol or drugs.
Before I could say anything my daughter asked if we could give him some money. (He had a hat on the ground with some coins in it.)
So, I gave her some change. At the same time an elderly gentleman bent down towards the man, said some words, and gave him some money.
I was very much touched by the gentleness of the gesture. It was as if the older man was saying, "I am helping you because you could be my son."
It was a very hot day, which is not very normal in our little town. We were going to the supermarket and my daughter asked me if we could get some water and something for the man to eat. I said, "Yes." So we bought a bottle of water and a couple of pain au chocolate. These are my daughter's favorites, but she she preferred to give them away!
She gave these things to the man in the street and when she returned she had a huge smile on her face!