Who cares about the beggar on the street with his imploring hands and his worn out feet... Stop look into his eyes, you wont see any heat for the flame has long died and this man feels defeat... take a moment, don't judge him or say he is to blame for putting himself through such sufferring and pain... remember this poor soul too has a name... in Gods eyes you are both the same for here is a Man for unknown reasons has given up hope and stopped believing not caring if he makes it through another day left without dignity and feeling no worth... maybe its self inflicted here is a Man who lives in quiet desperation - alone with his past, shut up inside, a Man who tries to put the war behind him.  NO one knows... or cares... rejection cuts deep and the hurt wont heal all this man knows is he needs another meal... lifes circumstances have brought him to beg borrow and steal
there is no medicine on the shelf
to make him feel good about himself
only Love and Understanding can cure his mental and emotional health so take the time to talk with him a while it might be just what he needs to go that extra mile... and as you are about to part you may notice a slight smile you will come to feel in a short while the inner heat you have brought to that poor exile...