City by the Bay (return)

I haven't touched this blog in three years. At least. I left it to gather dust. Things have changed; I've gotten older, matured. I'm still young though. I still live with my parents LMAO.

However my opinion of the homeless hasn't changed. People's, well, people my age, behavior about this specific group of people can be very, very harsh. It's sickening. Speaking of sickening, the smell of the sea. It's foul with salt and pollution. But I still love it. 

Out in the Mission district, near the Pier, at Union Square, in alleys, at Jack in the Box asking for change at the counter, it's pitiful. If you see me walking and hear an abundance of jingling, it's all the quarters in my pocket that I wish to hand to the next homeless individual or family wishing for alms. Just the other day I was in the city with my friends celebrating a birthday party, I had to separate from them to go home as my family was beckoning. I head to the BART at Embarcadero and go to a ticket kiosk to purchase a train ticket heading back to Daly, where I live. At the kiosk I was met by a man, African American, maybe 30's or 40's, raggedy clothing and two different shoes, worn out, asked for a mere 40 cents. Like 40 cents was gonna do him any good in his situation. I finished buying my ticket and gave him a 5, which he thanked me for and walked away. I watched in pity as he walked. Before I got on the train, I dropped 70 cents to someone on the trumpet. 

San Francisco is abundant of impoverished. In all honestly I deem it IMPOSSIBLE to walk the Mission, Tenderloin, OR Powell without running into an individual of ragged clothing, extreme BO, and hungry wallets. The middle class people outnumber the homeless tremendously, yet only a select handful have the kindness to give alms.
Let the photo above (if it shows, which I hope it will) serve a message that the populace can sometimes be ignorant of those who suffer. Especially since quite a few homeless are veterans. Pay your respects to those who served us. Please.
-OCS

The Not-So-Lucky People

A few days ago I went to Lucky's with my parents. That was where I spotted a black male, possibly mid 20's sitting against a pillar with a box that i think said "Help me please, thank you." I felt bad for the guy, but I just couldn't give him a quarter because my parents were there. My parents don't give money to people like him probably because they think what they call "bums" are not actually homeless and they actually have a place to live and that it's a good way for people to waste their money. I strongly disagree, and I for one, think it's very selfish for people to think that.
When I get older, I might let a homeless person stay at my place for a night, because it's the right thing to do. So what do you guys think: follow my parents or follow me?

Why donate?

         Don't you ever walk out into the streets of New York or San Francisco and see a poor soul like this one and know that he is hungry? Here is what you should ask yourself now: Why aren't you giving him money?
         I'm not saying you aren't. All I'm saying is that hundreds of people around the world can't bear to see a man slowly die on the streets without food. Why, 6,000,000,000 people in the world I sometimes feel is a small number. Imagine a life where all the homeless people in the world suddenly were given a free home, and a caring wife. And soon, those two makers of life, those forever turtledoves, had lots of children. Within at least 10 years, thanks to those used-to-be souls in distress, the population will be enormous, more pairs of best friends and lovebirds will be made, and maybe even the bigger population could help that little restaurant of yours make more money, and more customers.
        So the next time you see a soul running out of time on Earth, remember to give him that extra tip that man gave you at Elephant Bar for being a good waiter.

About Hunger Hatred

       My name is Ohmar Sadie, founder of Hunger Hatred. I created this blog for 1 reason....
1) To help end world hunger.
       Why am I doing this? Because I want to help! You don't think I would leave those poor souls on the street to the vultures, would you? And I'm sure, to you reading this right now, you would do the same.

       This blog will be posted with updates and other posts.