I just watched "A Christmas Carol" again.
"Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?"
- Ebenezer Scrooge
One of the best stories ever.
Helping the poor has to be done with a lot of thoughtful decision. I grew up very very poor mostly homeless. People helped us all the time, they gave us food until they wearied of the burden. We were given clothes, sometimes a few days of shelter.
As I grew up I developed an absolute burning hatred for these do gooders. We depended on the kindness of strangers (family had long since become disgusted with the eternal hand out palm up). If not for the helpers my parents would have been forced to get a job and stop being on the streets.
I would not help someone if they were bleeding in the gutter and I had the last band aid. I'll take in any animal though. If some poor soul wants my help the better have four legs and a tail.