Process

Luke and I went shopping yesterday. While driving home, we started to slow down behind a long line of cars and i saw a... i dare to say homeless though he might have a home- whatever it may be. He held up a simple cardboard sign, "Only 1.00". The thought of rolling down my window and giving a dollar to him crossed my mind considering he was only, at the most, five feet away. But the thought vanished. I looked at Luke and watched him grab his wallet from his back pocket. "It's only three dollars" he explained to me, opening his wallet. That was all he carried, and this man was only asking for one dollar. I gave Luke a sympethic look, and told him it would be better to feed him, because who knows what he would spend that money on...of if he even had money on him already.
I felt like a cynic as we drove away. The thought of giving him money barely passed through my head, but Luke was actually going to do it. But I figured he understood my thought process. We had both been introduced into the world of homelessness caused by addictions. Luke had to understand.
But what if the man had better intentions? And what if we had invited him into the car and took him to Elmers, for a salad or a burger? The circumstances could've changed to accomadate this man instead of us.
Maybe I was a little hard hearted, and maybe Luke was Naive, but what if not? If Luke was in the right mindset and I wasn't....I guess I'll never know for sure.