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Ana_v
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Please bear with the amount of details (yes I tend toward scruples). But to state from the beginning what it is that I want to know:** Did I commit a grave sin of omission by failing to give a homeless person a sweater?**
After work last evening, I went to an international market to buy some treats for my mom, as later I was going to be visiting my family for the holidays. They live two hours away and I would be driving home that night.
I work with children in a Care program. When I can I save what is leftover of the meals or snacks because I know that otherwise, no matter how good the food, it will just be thrown away and the waste it immense (this is a government funded
program, highly regulated).
I had leftovers that I was intending to any apparently homeless or in-need person, as there are many that I see when I drive around town. As I entered the store, I noticed a woman siting on the ground outside smoking. I though to myself, after I make my purchase, I will approach her and ask her if she would like something
to eat.
That’s what I did. She looked to be in her late fifties or early sixties. When I offered food,
she tells me she already ate and that she is lost and doesn’t know her way around town (we are in a major city in the Mid-South). There is a medical center across the street and she tells me her boyfriend was there and then left her. She also tells me she needs to get to the Walmart nearby. I was hesitant to take her, not having done this before,
and on top of that I wondered, if I’m going to give her a ride at all, isn’t there somewhere better to take her?
I asked her if taking her to that Walmart would help her to get her bearings and
if she would be able to go on from there. She assures me that’s where she wants to go. She offers to pay for gas and of course I decline. It’s raining outside so I give her my umbrella and I tell her she can keep it as she will need it more than I. As I’m driving in the general direction she told me, we couldn’t find the Walmart and she decides I can just drop her off at a certain gas station that she knew we would be coming up on. I had driven several blocks, and she was clearly grateful for the ride seeing as to how far she otherwise would have to have walked.
I also told her I have a blanket in the trunk that I can give her, and she says she could really use a blanket. We arrived. Again she offered gas money, and I declined. After giving her the blanket I giver her a hug and watched her go into the gas station.
When I had thought about what to give her, both in the moment and in retrospect, I felt conflicted. The umbrella had been given to me by a friend of mine since I didn’t have one,
but since it’s looked to be one of the inexpensive kind and someone who lives on the streets will certainly depend on it more than I, I gave it away. The blanket in my trunk, as with the extra change of clothes I have back there and the sleeping bag, I keep in case of emergencies. E.g. if the car breaks down and I have to sleep in it over night, or say some natural disaster on account of which I have to stay at a public
shelter.
The sleeping bag was given to me by my parents (it is they who just insist I keep it in the care though it takes up space). It would be expensive and impractical in the long run to keep replacing the things I have in my trunk for every time I were to give them away to someone, especially as a college student. Yet the likelihood that I will need them is slim, whereas the likelihood that the homeless will need them is great.
The sweater: The blue sweater I had in the backseat crossed my mind. I had taken this off along with my skirt after work, to change into my gym clothes because I was going to work out that evening prior to leaving town. My sweater is not the kind of
that is meant to go over your shirt, but a top in-itself. I had bought at Goodwill for about $5 because I was limited in my winter attire, and have worn it several times since buying it. When I remembered it was in the car, I didn’t offer it to the woman because it is a sweater I like. In retrospect, I feel bad. That seems like total vanity. Since
the sweater wasn’t expensive, and it wasn’t a borrowed sweater or a gift from me to someone, why couldn’t I have given it away?
As to what she was wearing, I recall her wearing some sneakers, thin looking stretchy pants, and a black sweatshirt, also worn out and think looking. Whether or not she had anything underneath I could only speculate.
The blanket I had in my trunk was not a fully body blanket. It was a small, moderately warm blanket. Though with the kind of weather we get down here in the winter, it would hardly improve her situation all that much. This week has been exceptionally in the
high 40’ and low 50’s, but temperatures normally are in the 30’s.
Literally the whole drive home I spend thinking about this woman and what I did/ didn’t do. I think about what Jesus said about the poor, and the verse in James about what good is it to send someone on their way who needs clothes without providing for them,
as if good wishes sufficed.
I wondered whether I should go to Confession and I thought what priest is going to be patient enough to hear this whole story? (I am very detail oriented since I consider that context has a bearing on the gravity of an issue).
I went just recently, and am miserably tired of going again and again because of one doubt or another. It never stops. I would of course be sad to not receive Holy Communion on Christmas (we are going to Midnight Mass) but it wouldn’t be the first
time I omit it on a Holy Day.
Seeing as to how I may not be able to have a priest hear me out,
could someone give me their honest opinion about whether I sinned gravely, or otherwise
give advice on how to be concise?
After work last evening, I went to an international market to buy some treats for my mom, as later I was going to be visiting my family for the holidays. They live two hours away and I would be driving home that night.
I work with children in a Care program. When I can I save what is leftover of the meals or snacks because I know that otherwise, no matter how good the food, it will just be thrown away and the waste it immense (this is a government funded
program, highly regulated).
I had leftovers that I was intending to any apparently homeless or in-need person, as there are many that I see when I drive around town. As I entered the store, I noticed a woman siting on the ground outside smoking. I though to myself, after I make my purchase, I will approach her and ask her if she would like something
to eat.
That’s what I did. She looked to be in her late fifties or early sixties. When I offered food,
she tells me she already ate and that she is lost and doesn’t know her way around town (we are in a major city in the Mid-South). There is a medical center across the street and she tells me her boyfriend was there and then left her. She also tells me she needs to get to the Walmart nearby. I was hesitant to take her, not having done this before,
and on top of that I wondered, if I’m going to give her a ride at all, isn’t there somewhere better to take her?
I asked her if taking her to that Walmart would help her to get her bearings and
if she would be able to go on from there. She assures me that’s where she wants to go. She offers to pay for gas and of course I decline. It’s raining outside so I give her my umbrella and I tell her she can keep it as she will need it more than I. As I’m driving in the general direction she told me, we couldn’t find the Walmart and she decides I can just drop her off at a certain gas station that she knew we would be coming up on. I had driven several blocks, and she was clearly grateful for the ride seeing as to how far she otherwise would have to have walked.
I also told her I have a blanket in the trunk that I can give her, and she says she could really use a blanket. We arrived. Again she offered gas money, and I declined. After giving her the blanket I giver her a hug and watched her go into the gas station.
When I had thought about what to give her, both in the moment and in retrospect, I felt conflicted. The umbrella had been given to me by a friend of mine since I didn’t have one,
but since it’s looked to be one of the inexpensive kind and someone who lives on the streets will certainly depend on it more than I, I gave it away. The blanket in my trunk, as with the extra change of clothes I have back there and the sleeping bag, I keep in case of emergencies. E.g. if the car breaks down and I have to sleep in it over night, or say some natural disaster on account of which I have to stay at a public
shelter.
The sleeping bag was given to me by my parents (it is they who just insist I keep it in the care though it takes up space). It would be expensive and impractical in the long run to keep replacing the things I have in my trunk for every time I were to give them away to someone, especially as a college student. Yet the likelihood that I will need them is slim, whereas the likelihood that the homeless will need them is great.
The sweater: The blue sweater I had in the backseat crossed my mind. I had taken this off along with my skirt after work, to change into my gym clothes because I was going to work out that evening prior to leaving town. My sweater is not the kind of
that is meant to go over your shirt, but a top in-itself. I had bought at Goodwill for about $5 because I was limited in my winter attire, and have worn it several times since buying it. When I remembered it was in the car, I didn’t offer it to the woman because it is a sweater I like. In retrospect, I feel bad. That seems like total vanity. Since
the sweater wasn’t expensive, and it wasn’t a borrowed sweater or a gift from me to someone, why couldn’t I have given it away?
As to what she was wearing, I recall her wearing some sneakers, thin looking stretchy pants, and a black sweatshirt, also worn out and think looking. Whether or not she had anything underneath I could only speculate.
The blanket I had in my trunk was not a fully body blanket. It was a small, moderately warm blanket. Though with the kind of weather we get down here in the winter, it would hardly improve her situation all that much. This week has been exceptionally in the
high 40’ and low 50’s, but temperatures normally are in the 30’s.
Literally the whole drive home I spend thinking about this woman and what I did/ didn’t do. I think about what Jesus said about the poor, and the verse in James about what good is it to send someone on their way who needs clothes without providing for them,
as if good wishes sufficed.
I wondered whether I should go to Confession and I thought what priest is going to be patient enough to hear this whole story? (I am very detail oriented since I consider that context has a bearing on the gravity of an issue).
I went just recently, and am miserably tired of going again and again because of one doubt or another. It never stops. I would of course be sad to not receive Holy Communion on Christmas (we are going to Midnight Mass) but it wouldn’t be the first
time I omit it on a Holy Day.
Seeing as to how I may not be able to have a priest hear me out,
could someone give me their honest opinion about whether I sinned gravely, or otherwise
give advice on how to be concise?