I always feel sad for people like that on the street. Sometimes I give them money, even though I know they might use it for booze instead of food; but, I never know. I don't have to walk in their shoes (or bare feet).
I just think about what if it were me or my daughter or someone I loved who went crazy one day and just got lost in the world. I know I feel lost in the world sometimes myself, but at least I have a place to live, a job (even if it does suck sometimes) and a few bucks here and there.
I feel sorry for myself plenty, too, Sparkplug. I was just bitching tonight that my last 5 bucks is going into the empty gas tank (again) and wondering if I'll ever have any money to buy myself something for a change (other than the bare necessities). Well, at least I usually have that much!
I see a lot of street people in this town; there's a lot of wealth here, but there's plenty of poverty, too. It's hard to see how there can be such extremes.
You do what you can, and when you can't do anything, you just have to wait til you can help somebody next time. It helps keep things in perspective to remember there are people we can help, even if it's just a buck or two once in a while . . .