Maybe I was played for a sucker. But both the man and his little dog looked thin and hungry. And he didn’t have the haunted, desperate look that you see on drug addicts and alcoholics. He looked to me like a decent man who was down on his luck, with nobody at his side except his little doggie. My heart went out to them.
He should attempt to create his own work. For example, I knew a guy, who immigrated to my country, who went from convenience store to convenience store offering to do nothing more than stock their product on the shelves for a couple of bucks each day. This was a win-win, because he took low productive work off an employer’s hands, allowing the employer to concentrate on more productive activities and the guy eventually made some reasonable coin because he was earning, on a per hour basis, a higher income than what he probably would have made if he had become a convenience store employee.
He now has his own business and drives a very nice truck.
“My heart went out to them...”
Mine would have also, jespasinthru. Do not regret giving the man some aid. You performed a Christian act and for that.. I thank you.
“Maybe I was played for a sucker. But both the man and his little dog looked thin and hungry.”
Don’t feel bad — I and most everyone else with a good heart has been taken in a few times.
And hopefully at least he keeps the dog fed.