Today my friend, Rafel, came to visit from Conyers. We walked to Underground Atlanta to grab a bite to eat. On our way, a man in a wheelchair called out to us. I hesitated but picked up my walking pace. Rafel looked back and stopped. I looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I have to give him something," he replied. I could not believe my ears. He reached deep in to his pocket and pulled out a five-dollar bill. I knew he had a big heart, but I also knew many people faked being ill or in need.
During lunch, we had a long talk about his kind gesture. I came to a conclusion, that we are no one to judge. Our only mission in life is to love God and each other. Even if someone is faking an illness just to get money, it is not our fault. God will see the generous deeds and take care of the people who have tricked you. There really is no way to make sure a homeless person is lying or not. Even though you might give money to a faker, what if a person really is in need? The warm feeling when you do something nice will stay with you forever. Knowing you helped someone helps you feel empowered and that's how the world starts to change, one person at a time.
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