I was walking through a bad section of town when I was approached by 2 raggedy, dirty men asking for a handout. One white guy, one Mexican. Generally I try to share, if I have something to spare I will share it. But here I was, old and gray, hobbling along on my walking cane, and to give them any money I would have to get out my money and open it in front of them. A questionable endeavor.
One of the men left and continued walking up the street. I stood there talking to the other guy a couple minutes til the one got a distance away. That left my gray old self with only one man to think about.
As it happened I was out looking for sticks. Since I have been using a cane myself I have started making them. I was out looking for materiels and I had my saw with me, the handle of it sticking out of my shoulder bag. The saw can have an ugly bite, which I have learned the hard way. So here I am, I got a big stick, a mean saw and a little bag of money.
That's three things for the guy to contend with and he only has two hands. So I got out the bag and took out a couple bucks for him. And that was the end of that.
The moral of the story is: don't be mean, but don't be stupid.