I could not do much for his loss of his mother. I am not Jesus, I can’t raise the dead. I could do something about not eating in three days. After all Jesus said,
(Matthew 25:41-42 KJV) Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:I don’t want to burn in Hell because I didn’t give a hungry man something to eat.
I guess in this case it wasn’t Jesus I was feeding. He got a look of disgust, handed the packages back to me and said, “No thank, I was wanting some meat.” Well, sooorrrry. He had his eye on either the Del Taco across the street or the liquor store down the block. What he was not looking for was food to take care of his hunger.
O, well. I tried. So did he. He got nothing from the exchange. I did. I may have discovered a way to deal with panhandlers.
homo unius libri