The Battle For Change
--by Raqui, posted Jul 30, 2008
I am a New Yorker, born, raised and residing. We know how much money beggers make a day. One begger can get about a dollar per 20 people who pass, either in the form of a dollar or in change from several people. In New York, you can easily get a minimum of 500 people within a 2 hour period passing you. That is basically 40 dollars every 2 hours. The number rises if you're in front of a restaurant , a really busy street, or in the subway. Do the math and you can see beggers make more money begging in a day than some people with jobs.
I never give money to people -- never. But last night around 3 am, I stopped at a Mc Donalds in Harlem to use the bathroom. I saw him in the door waiting for me to head over to him so he could open the door for me and ask for change. I was mad already. "Why can't I go to the restroom without him asking me for money!" I thought.
I have no problem saying "No" to people who beg for money. I guess being a New Yorker we are used to it. But, as I approached him and he held open the door I looked into his eyes and something touched me. When he asked for change I reached in my pocket but only a nickle and dime was there. I gave it to him.
Sitting in the bathroom I looked through my wallet and found some change -- about 3 quarters, 2 nickles and some pennies. I was going to just give him the nickles and pennies. It is hard for me to part with quarters and I battled myself over the change.
My dialogue in my head went something like this... You don't know what he will do with the money. But, I really think he is cold and wants something to keep him warm. Yeah, a warm piece of crack! But, it is only change, it will come back to you just let him have the quarters!
I am not sure why quarters are so hard for me to give up. Mentally, I struggled over the Change.
Finally I walked out of the bathroom, Change in hand, and as I went through the door that he held open for me I dropped all the Change in his palm.
I rushed to my truck and wanted to get home because I was so tired. When I got back in the truck, my fiancee asked, "So you gave him some change?" "Yes," I said, "just a little change. He was telling me he wanted to get something to eat."
As we pulled away I watched the man counting the change in his palm and smiling. I may not know if he was really hungry or not but I know that either way I won the Battle over the Change. Giving to others always makes you the winner.
ss frm nigeria
its not the battle of the change
its the battle
of ones own heart/mind and spirit
whatever the person choses to do with the money given
is their choice
as it is to give
sharing is caring
caring is sharing
to give freely
will be returned freely
whatever it may be
we are all human beings
from a begger to a rich person
we are all children of god
peace love and light