GatorFarmer
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For most people, the answer seems to be "nothing", as they drive on by.
Sheridan has the largest and oldest VA treatment center for mentally ill veterans. They also have a shelter for homeless vets, though it is sometimes full. For this reason, as well as being a stop off the Interstate, there are a fair number of homeless vets who pass through.
The prime begging spot in town is the edge of the Walmart parking lot where it meets an Arbys lot. There is usually someone there with a sign, trying to get whatever help they can.
Today it was two guys. I had seen the one guy around before, both at the VA hospital where my wife works and once before out with a sign. Another guy was with him today. I always think of the first guy as the Sarge. I don't know his name. I think of him like that because I noticed he always triesnto help out or take care of any of the other homeless.
My wife was home sick. She sent me to Walmart to get some juice. Sarge and the other guy were at the spot. Their sign was simple. "Homeless Vet, Anything helps".
I watched people drive by, not looking over. Sarge has bad legs so he has to sit on a bucket instead of stand. I suppose that makes him easy to ignore.
Funny thing I have noticed. The nicer the car, the more likely they seem to just drive by. The guys in scruffy work trucks and stained clothes, they always seem to stop.
People weren't looking over or stopping today. I never have any money. Five kids, higher cost of living here, my wife still hasn't got her VA disability. But the last time I saw Sarge I gave him my last two dollars. I could stand to skip a coffee.
I didn't even have that on me today. But I walked over to talk to them as soon as I parked. I took my gloves out of my pocket and asked if they needed a pair. Sarge did not have any gloves you see. He insisted that I give them to the other guy, who looked worse off. I did.
I asked if they had eaten today. They had not. Sarge said they had been out most of the morning an no one had stopped, nor even given them a dollar. I believe him.
I told them thentruth, that I had no cash and hardly any money, but to wait there, that I would buy them some food inside. Sarge has a sense of humor, he observed that they had no where else to go wryly.
I used the money I was going to eat breakfast with that remained on my debit card. It would have been a dollar menu breakfast anyway, but it was enough to buy a loaf of bread and two cans of SpaghettiOs. The Walmart Deli yielded two spoons.
I walked it out them, stopping to take the throw blanket I sometimes wrap my daughter in out of the van too. I handed them the food. Sarge told the other guy tl take something first.
I realized that they might not have a can opener. I asked Sarge if he needed one, saying he could have my P38.
He smiled and said he still had his handy in his billfold.
I left the two men to eat.
Later I wondered if I should have given them my coat.
I am getting older. It will not hurt me to miss a meal and I am not outside all day so I can warm my hands up later.
A lady in a Cadillac glared at me as I walked up to Sarge and friend, she had to slow down as I crossed the parking lot to get to them. She deliberately never looked their way.
A week or so ago it wasn't Sarge there, it was a sad looking woman. Her sign said she had children, needed food, gas. I believed her, as she had the truly forlorn expression that true hunger brings. I gave her my last three dollars, all the coins I had in my pockets, and a package of candy that I had had in the van thatbmy sons had left.
I told her that I was sorry no one else stopped to help. That she wasn't invisible. That I wish I had more. When I gave her the candy and said it was for her children she looked close to tears.
I should have given Sarge my coat. He only had a thick flannel shirt. It is cold at night. All day I keep thinking how he gave the gloves to the other guy.
Sheridan has the largest and oldest VA treatment center for mentally ill veterans. They also have a shelter for homeless vets, though it is sometimes full. For this reason, as well as being a stop off the Interstate, there are a fair number of homeless vets who pass through.
The prime begging spot in town is the edge of the Walmart parking lot where it meets an Arbys lot. There is usually someone there with a sign, trying to get whatever help they can.
Today it was two guys. I had seen the one guy around before, both at the VA hospital where my wife works and once before out with a sign. Another guy was with him today. I always think of the first guy as the Sarge. I don't know his name. I think of him like that because I noticed he always triesnto help out or take care of any of the other homeless.
My wife was home sick. She sent me to Walmart to get some juice. Sarge and the other guy were at the spot. Their sign was simple. "Homeless Vet, Anything helps".
I watched people drive by, not looking over. Sarge has bad legs so he has to sit on a bucket instead of stand. I suppose that makes him easy to ignore.
Funny thing I have noticed. The nicer the car, the more likely they seem to just drive by. The guys in scruffy work trucks and stained clothes, they always seem to stop.
People weren't looking over or stopping today. I never have any money. Five kids, higher cost of living here, my wife still hasn't got her VA disability. But the last time I saw Sarge I gave him my last two dollars. I could stand to skip a coffee.
I didn't even have that on me today. But I walked over to talk to them as soon as I parked. I took my gloves out of my pocket and asked if they needed a pair. Sarge did not have any gloves you see. He insisted that I give them to the other guy, who looked worse off. I did.
I asked if they had eaten today. They had not. Sarge said they had been out most of the morning an no one had stopped, nor even given them a dollar. I believe him.
I told them thentruth, that I had no cash and hardly any money, but to wait there, that I would buy them some food inside. Sarge has a sense of humor, he observed that they had no where else to go wryly.
I used the money I was going to eat breakfast with that remained on my debit card. It would have been a dollar menu breakfast anyway, but it was enough to buy a loaf of bread and two cans of SpaghettiOs. The Walmart Deli yielded two spoons.
I walked it out them, stopping to take the throw blanket I sometimes wrap my daughter in out of the van too. I handed them the food. Sarge told the other guy tl take something first.
I realized that they might not have a can opener. I asked Sarge if he needed one, saying he could have my P38.
He smiled and said he still had his handy in his billfold.
I left the two men to eat.
Later I wondered if I should have given them my coat.
I am getting older. It will not hurt me to miss a meal and I am not outside all day so I can warm my hands up later.
A lady in a Cadillac glared at me as I walked up to Sarge and friend, she had to slow down as I crossed the parking lot to get to them. She deliberately never looked their way.
A week or so ago it wasn't Sarge there, it was a sad looking woman. Her sign said she had children, needed food, gas. I believed her, as she had the truly forlorn expression that true hunger brings. I gave her my last three dollars, all the coins I had in my pockets, and a package of candy that I had had in the van thatbmy sons had left.
I told her that I was sorry no one else stopped to help. That she wasn't invisible. That I wish I had more. When I gave her the candy and said it was for her children she looked close to tears.
I should have given Sarge my coat. He only had a thick flannel shirt. It is cold at night. All day I keep thinking how he gave the gloves to the other guy.