Homeless Man

I was walking down the street, I notice a man standing on the corner,

his hair was long and dirty, it seem like it wasn't wash for weeks.
His clothing dirty and full of holes.
He was holding a sign "homeless, please feed me".

First thing came to my mind, he's a drug attic and needs money to feed his habit.
What a dilemma I was facing? if I stop and give him money I'll be supporting his habit.
If I stop and give him money he might grab me and steel my pocketbook.
I prejudged the situation, I was afraid of unknown circumstances.

I didn't mentioned the color of his skin.
It didn't matter what color his skin was.
What mattered, I prejudged this person without knowing his situation.
I was prejudice not because he was white or black.
Because he was poor and I didn't like his demeanor.

I was afraid of him not because of color of his skin.
But the way he looked that frighten me. And I walked away without looking back.
And if I stopped maybe I would have help a homeless man in need, I was too afraid.
We are humans who are afraid of unknown and we're missing out on something beautiful,

like helping others in the moment of need.