Every day either after gym or work I have to walk through town to get home. And everyday for the past year or so I've been seeing an elderly woman selling Big Issue magazines on a very busy area (I'm assuming she's Romanian because she is dead on stereotype). For those who don't know the Big Issue magazines, it's a magazine that poor people buy in the UK with their own money and try to make a return on it by selling it in the streets.
Last week I sat alone in a coffee shop for a good 30-40 minutes looking out the window. This may be rude but I couldn't help but watch her. She looked absolutely disheartened showing her big issue to what would have been a good 1000 people the time I was drinking my coffee. Not one single person gave her a penny. I can't even imagine how much she makes a day, and an ignorant side of me doesn't want to know because it would probably depress me and only make me feel more guilty. I felt like I should probably give her a bit of money, but even that made me feel terrible. Even if I gave her 10£, I know she'd still be at it for a long time, if not for the rest of her life.
And that's not even the whole story. Today I finished work, and I saw her once again, only in a very empty street on my way to the gym. She was just sitting on some steps crying her eyes out on her own. I've gotta say I've never felt so heartbroken and helpless in my life. I couldn't feel more sorry for her and got me thinking of how jaded we've all become in helping people in her shoes.
Have you ever felt something similar? How would you deal with such a situation?