Arghh! This thread reminds me about an experience of mine. This will be a bit tl;dr but I hope people would read it. (Not that there's a lesson to be found in the story. It's just... it's a bit sad if I wrote a tl;dr and no one read it. .______.)
Anyways, my part time job is close to my house. I work in a restaurant. It's just a quick 15 minutes walk. The map is basically this:
[Restaurant] -----------[Dark Forest] ------------- [My house]
Since my house is just a quick walk from the restaurant, I sometimes take the closing shift which ends at 2AM despite the protest of my dad. One particular crappy day, in which I got a fight with the most childish 55-year old colleague ever and a manager that day, I was still pretty pissed and as I was walking home through the dark forest, I saw a beggar. This beggar looked mentally unwell, and as the only other person in the forest at that particular time, he approached me.
"Sir, I lost my wallet along with my bus pass. Can you lend me a spare change for a bus pass?"
Naturally, I was suspicious. This beggar was in his late 30s. However, my mom always says that helping someone will give you a pleasant feeling so I've decided to take out my coin purse. (The coin purse was a gift, please don't judge me.)
"How much do you need?"
"About $2 will do. My parents are at home and hungry so you giving me money for the bus is a great help."
My coin purse was filled with lots of spare change and it really shows, and it makes a sound. I took out $2 and put it in his palm.
"I said, my parents are old and hungry. Can you give me more change?"
That sentence pissed me off to no end. I was already pissed mind you, and I really really have the urge to tell him where to get a baseball bat and in which exact places in his body to stick it in. Despite that, I hold out my anger for one reason, and for one reason only: In that exact forest, there was recently a murder there and that's the reason why my dad didn't want me to take a closing shift.
"No. That's enough."
I closed my manly coin purse and continued walking. Mind you, I must have been very stupid not to run from there. As I was walking, I remember about a year ago, the exact same man approached me for a change for a bus pass on the exact same route but back then, I refused because I was broke.
My moral of the story back then was old people can be the most childish people ever and that never to take a closing shift. (Unfortunately, I didn't follow the latter moral of the story because I just got back from work and it's 2.30AM)
Mind you, this is a real story and therefore I really never donate or give spare change to beggars again. I know it's not a good thing to judge everyone based on a single bad experience but screw it.