Lost Drifter
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Whilst walking home tonight I saw a homeless man begging outside a supermarket. Around my age, he looked cold, tired and hungry as he asked passing people if they had any change even though none responded. My first instinct was to help this man out somehow but then I got thinking...
What if he declined my help? What if he started shouting to embarrass me in front of everyone? They may think I was weird trying to help a homeless man or I must have done something really stupid to anger him. Those people will go on to tell their family and friends the embarrassing story about the guy getting torn up by a homeless man and I would leave feeling like an ashamed idiot.
This ‘embarrassment’ soon led to the fabrication of excuses to justify my fear. What if the homeless man was a drug addict or drunk? What if he, as strange as this sounds, deserved his life? Walking past and ignoring him wouldn’t be so bad in that case, not as if I was abandoning one of the good guys and it would absolve me of any guilt. In seconds I had already judged this man to justify my own fears and for a split second I even believed it. It was so damn easy while being so wrong too.
Thankfully I remembered the importance of not allowing others to dictate my life and force my behaviour; so what if onlookers made me feel embarrassed? Who cares if the man was ‘bad’ in some way? Who was I to judge? My immediate instinct was that this man needed help and when I brought it down to that nothing else really mattered. I went into the supermarket and bought him some food and drink, sure I had weird looks from people when I handed them to him outside but having him smile back and thank me made me feel an idiot for judging and making excuses before.
So when you see anyone in need, does your perceived embarrassment prevent you from helping out? Do you worry you’ll mess things up or look like an idiot even though you want to help?
What if he declined my help? What if he started shouting to embarrass me in front of everyone? They may think I was weird trying to help a homeless man or I must have done something really stupid to anger him. Those people will go on to tell their family and friends the embarrassing story about the guy getting torn up by a homeless man and I would leave feeling like an ashamed idiot.
This ‘embarrassment’ soon led to the fabrication of excuses to justify my fear. What if the homeless man was a drug addict or drunk? What if he, as strange as this sounds, deserved his life? Walking past and ignoring him wouldn’t be so bad in that case, not as if I was abandoning one of the good guys and it would absolve me of any guilt. In seconds I had already judged this man to justify my own fears and for a split second I even believed it. It was so damn easy while being so wrong too.
Thankfully I remembered the importance of not allowing others to dictate my life and force my behaviour; so what if onlookers made me feel embarrassed? Who cares if the man was ‘bad’ in some way? Who was I to judge? My immediate instinct was that this man needed help and when I brought it down to that nothing else really mattered. I went into the supermarket and bought him some food and drink, sure I had weird looks from people when I handed them to him outside but having him smile back and thank me made me feel an idiot for judging and making excuses before.
So when you see anyone in need, does your perceived embarrassment prevent you from helping out? Do you worry you’ll mess things up or look like an idiot even though you want to help?