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Helping & Harming
Spare a change?
She had a cute blue-eyed blond kid on her lap, both looking at me with rosy cheeks and swollen eyes - probably due to the incessant mosquito bites common during the rainy season. However, neither looked weak, frail, or in desperate need. She was quite chubby herself, young, and a bit cute. Brazil is pretty much a nation of softies, and I'm sure people have always promptly helped her and the kid when asked. But, I had no money on me. I had just arrived at the restaurant, and I usually carry nothing but my credit card.
Sorry, I've got just my debit card.
Can you buy me lunch?
The moment she said that, I felt my heart punch me for not having offered this before. I looked down and started doing the maths, hastily checking if I'd have the money to buy her (and possibly her kid) something to eat, and checking if the owner of the place would mind. But, why would they mind? I couldn't refrain from giving somone food, could I? The sheer thought of denying someone something as basic as food sounded repulsive to me.
Well, get your plate then. This is a self-service restaurant, pick what you want and then I'll pay for yo--
I'm sorry, can you come with me for a second? - the owner approached the begger - The place closes in an hour, and there's plenty of food every day. If you wait till closing time, you can have as much food as you want, and we'd be happy to serve you.
I thought it was so sweet of the owner. Like I said, Brazil is a nation of softies, and the owner confirmed the stereotype.
Good, you're going to get as much as you want then. You can probably even score some dessert!
Could you still buy me food?
Wait, why? Didn't she say they'll give you all you want in an hour. Besides, if they see you begging, they may change their mind an--
But I don't want to wait!
The moment she said this she stormed off my table and looked for someone else to beg to. I was so astonished I didn't know what else to say to her. The restaurant owner had given her the opportunity to have as much food as she wanted, yet she wanted everything her way. It didn't look like she had been starving or anything. She was just... dare I say it? Spoiled. Spoiled by other people's kindness.
It hurt me more than an insult, somehow, because it was an attack on my very own sense of humanity. She wanted me to pity her not because she needed - and she probably did - but because she knew someone else would give her what she wanted when she wanted. And I wonder if it's this sense of emergency that may have kept her in poverty. She learnt not to wait, a basic duty in community life. And it struck me... can you always tell help and harm apart?
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