Passage 1

Every day as I drove through town, I saw a one-legged man going through ashcans for cigarette butts and trash cans outside of fast food restaurants looking for food. It was only a month before Christmas, starting to get cold, and I could not quit thinking about him. It was a year when we didn’t have enough money to really have much in the way of presents, but I figured what was too little for us would be a lot for someone who had nothing.So I bought a toothbrush, toothpaste, a pack of cigarettes, cans of tuna, just little things that didn’t cost much and then I added a blanket and sweatshirts. I made a box up like a present and went in search of this man. I saw him hobble away from the dumpster next to McDonalds. I pulled over, grabbed the box and went up to him. I said, “I would like to give you a Christmas present. There are some food items in here and some things you might be able to use.”He sidestepped around me and said, “No, thank you, I just had lunch. I don’t need anything.”Then he hobbled on down the sidewalk, leaving me standing there in tears. I took the box down to a little shop that gave things out to the poor and homeless and told them what had happened and asked that they give the box to someone who could use it. The person there told me not lo be upset as I was still crying. I told her I was not crying for myself but for him because what I had done was to lake away his dignity as if he were a person in need. I was so ashamed. What a great lesson for me to learn, though.A few years later I was able to volunteer for a day in St. Anthony’s Dining Room in San Francisco where 1,500 to 2,000 homeless are fed every day. These folks give up their sleeping spot, carry everything they own and stand in line for up to 6 hours to receive the only food they will get to sustain themselves for a 24 hour period. We took one tray of food at a time, and treated them as if they were in a restaurant ordering a meal they were paying for. And when we took our break, we would sit down with one of them and talk and share our food with someone if we had too much.Since that time, I have had the opportunity, or to be exact, the blessing of being able to sit down and visit with people who at the time just happen to be displaced. I have heard that, statistically, the majority of us could not make it if we had to go two months without an income and homelessness were to happen to us. Speaking for me, yes, that would be true and my immediate reaction would be like the first gentleman I mentioned. I might have nothing else but I would want to maintain my dignity as long as possible. Accepting help is sometimes harder than giving it.

How did the writer feel about the one-legged man when she saw him?