Last year, around Christmas time, I decided to go downtown to buy presents for my loved ones.
As I went down Granville station, I saw needy people asking other people for money. Some of them even played their instruments and sang to catch other people's attentions.
"Do you have any spare change? Because I want to buy food because I haven't eaten for days now,"" the poor man said to an old lady, lifting his hand to her.
"No, I'm sorry,"" the lady replied.
I heard the poor man asked the lady from far away, and also, I knew what he was doing from his gestures.
After that, I just saw him asking other people who passed by him for spare change, but no one gave him any.
As I was going closer and closer to him, he looked at me with his desperate eyes.
"Do you have any spare change ma'am? It will help me in every way,"" he said desperately.
I put my hands in both of my pockets, pretending nothing was in there.
"No, I'm sorry,"" I replied.
I walked as fast as I could to the mall's main entrance. As I was looking around the mall, this sudden guilt hit me. I knew why.
I continued walking around. I passed by the food court. I saw people eating, and some of them had a lot of leftovers when they had finished. It seemed that they didn't care about it "whether they wasted it or not.
I suddenly thought of the poor man. While other people are wasting their food, the old man is still out there, desperately doing his best, just to have something in his stomach. .
I felt so much guilt inside me. I decided to go to McDonalds and buy a meal, to go, for the poor man. .
I walked back to the main entrance, and from the clear widow, I had a feeling he was gone. I couldn't see him anywhere. I felt so guilty because I lied to him in Christmas time and I wasn't able to share the Christmas spirit.
I looked for him everywhere in the station. I couldn't see him anywhere, so I gave up. .
As I was going down the escalator, I saw a little boy asking people for spare change near a flower shop.
