I used to be more sympathetic to panhandlers, back when I lived in the Santa Barbara area, up to mid-2004. The panhandlers here in the Sacramento area seem to be a different breed, entirely than those I ever encountered before I moved here—generally more scary, and more clearly of unsound mental health, more prone to violent, dangerous, or otherwise unseemly behavior. It didn't take very long for me to become much more cynical, and much less sympathetic to panhandlers, once I began encountering the Sacramento variety of them.
My move to Sacramento was at an exceptionally low point in my life, and my career that saw me resorting to taking day labor jobs at Labor Ready to make my living. For a while, when I encountered a panhandler, I would try to tell him about Labor Ready. I figured that anyone who was willing to work as hard as I did, and to observe some very basic ethical standards, could make as much money as I was making, and as hard as I worked for such relatively meager wages, I saw no reason why I should share any of it with anyone that wasn't willing to work as I did, to earn his own. You'd be amazed how many of these panhandlers, generally younger than I at the time, and appearing to be stronger and healthier, had all sorts of excuses why they couldn't work as I did.
So, now on to my main story. This happened some time after I had fully changed to my more cynical, unsympathetic view of panhandlers. My wife and I along with a friend, were getting ready to make a car trip to Oakland. As we were heading to a gas station, the friend happened to take notice of a very thin, hungry-looking, female panhandler.
Now this friend is the sweetest, most loving woman one could ever know. She seems to have a relentless drive to see only good, and at times, seems to be incapable of seeing evil. Of course, on seeing a thin hungry-looking woman, she wanted to help. She happened to have a freshly-baked loaf of homemade bread in the car, which she asked me to hand to that woman.
As my friend went in to pay for the gasoline, I was not at all surprised by what happened next. The woman crossed the street, handed the bread to a male companion, who then came up to me and angrily confronted me. He was angry that I had given the woman that “stupid” loaf of bread instead of giving her money.