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On helping people.

Imagine yourself walking down a busy street on a rainy day and you met a beggar who is lame pushing a plate he uses to collect donations on the muddy road covered in puddles and potholes. Would you have a change you could spare?
Imagine Mother Teresa walking down that same busy street and she sees the same begger. Would she give him the same amount of change you could spare?
Imagine the sister of that beggar who haven't seen her brother, because her brother realizing he isn't useful to her and that he was just leeching off his sister, went away to beg for his daily needs,seeing him. Would she not take him in to her house and bathe him and love him?
Does charity make you feel good when you helped people living in a worser predicament than you?
Are you a good human being if you helped someone to make yourself feel good?
That beggar went out of his house with his dignity intact but everytime someone gave him money to feel good about themselves and post it on social media of how they've just met a beggar who is pitiful, dirty and likely wet and hungry and how they helped him, they are taking the only thing he values more than anything, more than his sister's warm home or food or clothes, his dignity.
So then, how do we help a person whose only belonging is his dignity? By treating him the same as you should treat everyone else, a human being. I am not saying you shouldn't give him money, you should because that would help him out alot but you shouldn't do it for yourself, do it because he is a human being, just like you.

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