A Little Help Please?

by Amy Issadore Bloom

I’m hoping to get my blogging game back on, if nothing else as a way to include writing as a more frequent habit in my life. A neighbor buddy encouraged me to write more about our ‘hood, and it certainly seems an ideal way to ease back into things. Goodness knows my parenting posts will just be full of rants about being sleep deprived or dealing with tantrums.

A Little Help Please?

There aren’t many homeless guys in our neighborhood. One is old and very sweet. He’s appreciative when I buy him a juice or coffee. Last time, as I came out of the store, he stood up from his milk crate, and joked, “I must be the slowest man in the world.” I had managed to hold the door open, and maneuver the stroller before he was able to come help.

He is somewhat of a fixture in the neighborhood, and I see all sorts of folks chatting with him. I’m sure he has a fascinating story.

There’s another guy who really irks me. It’s not that he’s a little drunk and slurs his requests, but rather that he never remembers me. Never.

Each time I walk by, he asks, “Can you help me out?” Then he looks up, sees me with the baby, and exclaims “God Bless! Congratulations!”

It was pretty great the first time, but the thing is, he says it every single time I see him. I mean, every time. I don’t expect him to remember me from week to week, or even day to day. But he greets me this way after I have run my errands and walk by him ten minutes later.

I think it would really behoove him to have a better memory. I might be inclined to “help out” more often. So, yesterday, after a year of biting my tongue – I finally replied, “I just saw you, man.”

It might have been a bit rude, but he won’t remember the next time he sees me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Kristen

I would venture to say that the lack of memory probably plays into his whole homeless situation — but still, I would get annoyed, too!
My philanthropic spirit was deflated once when I saw our local homeless guy (“injured vet” – so his sign says) running to catch a bus. This is a guy who I’ve seen limping with a cane on the same corner for years. He was running to catch the bus in a different neighborhood – guess he thought nobody knew him there!

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Amy

That’s like that Eddie Murhpy scene in Trading Places!

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Amy

I love that movie!

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Arnebya

I’m glad to see you writing again. I will admit to being irked when one of the homeless or otherwise needy people I encounter asks me for help when I both enter (and decline) and exit, especially if I feel like the person “saw” me, rather than just gave the canned “could you help, please?”.

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Amy

Thank you so much. Funny how we are offended by such things.

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Scott Gruber

Are you the Amy Issadore that used to live in Warminster? Randomly came across this blog and the name sounded familiar. I lived in Warminster and had a good childhood friend with your maiden name until we moved when I was 7. If I have the wrong Amy, my apologies. Your blog is great though.

Scott

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