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Panhandlers, In the days and years following the 2nd world war, there were mostly men that road the rails. We lived in the country. My parents had build a home there and we had a little farm. Garden, chickes so on. My mom had our home blessed by the priest. I am not sure why these men or hobos as we called them back always stopped at my home. But mom always had a pot of left over soup and some sandwich stuff. There are 5 of us children. I was the next to younges, We always asked mom why she did that and her simple answer was because they were hungery. She never invited them in and they ate on the front stoop but was always greatful for the food that she offered and she sent them with some in their pockets. I to have a problem with giving to those on a street corner. Even sometimes to the firemen that collect in our town. I do not know why that is an uneasyness i have but it is. We live in a word that is money hungery and that money and fun will buy us happiness it does not. But that doesn’t mean we can neglect those in need either. But it is very hard to discern the difference.