...for a taxi returning home from shopping this evening I was approached by a man who seemed to be in his late 30s who said he was homeless and could I spare any change. As the only change I had was my taxi fare I demurred. He then thanked me anyway very politely and wished me a good evening. As he left I suddenly realised I had a spare tenner in my pocket which I could easily have afforded to give him. I now feel very guilty. Should I?
A Very affluent business magnate was being driven to a business meeting at the Barbican in his chauffeur driven Rolls Royce in the late 1980s. It was hissing down with rain and his car stopped at traffic lights in Oxford Street. The business man looked up from his F.T. and saw a man sheltering in a doorway,wearing dark glasses and a tray of match boxes and boot laces around his neck. There was a sign saying 'Falklands Vet. Please Help' by his feet.
The magnate was ex colonel in chief of The Blues and Royals and a squadron of his scimitars had served there so he wanted to jump out and donate a tenner to the vet.
The lights went green and he was driven off to the meeting before he could jump out and give his donation.
This troubled the kindly businessman and after the meeting he was drinking champers and canapes with his business partners. They all had a whip round and donated a total of £500 plus.
The magnate instructed his chauffeur to drive home route reversed to find the war vet which he did.
The vet was still in the doorway in the driving rain shivering.The ex colonel jumped out the roller, saluted the vet and handed over the £500 donation explaining he was also a Falklands vet.
The old wet vet removed his dark glasses and there were tears in his eyes and he said, "Muchos Gracias Hombre"
I thought for a moment you were going to tell the one about the magnate stopped at the lights. When a tramp knocks on his window begging, he replies, "Neither a borrower or a lender be" -W. Shakespeare.
At the next set of lights the tramp catches up with him and says, "****", D.H, Lawrence.
we have one so called Big Issue vendor who parks his Mercedes at the railway station.....out comes the labrador, the rug and the dog's toys and he parks himself near one of the major bus-stops. Wouldn't give him a farthing.