I saw a piece of news in Weibo today, which was really irritating.
On March 19, a 60-year-old woman knelt on the overpass in Xiaozhai, Xi, begging. A passing woman gave her a bag of twist, but after a while, she threw it into the trash can.
This phenomenon is outrageous. The long-term existence of professional beggars leads to trust crisis and public apathy, which makes real beggars unable to get help.
The twist is so delicious that it has been thrown away.
People become indifferent because they are not cherished when they are kind.
Beggars nowadays are not "beggars", but "beggars begging for money"
It is no exaggeration to say that beggars have become a profession, and they are really everywhere.
Every time I see these beggars, I wonder, where are their children? Don't they support the elderly?
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For example, when I was at school, I went shopping with my sisters on weekends and ate bean jelly at roadside stalls. At noon, I saw an old woman begging on the roadside, thinking that she must not have eaten, so I bought her two biscuits at the roadside stall. She said thank you to me and put them in her pocket, probably because she wanted to take them home to eat. I can't say what I feel in my heart. I only hope that her gratitude is sincere and my love will not be deceived by kindness.
At the bus stop sign, some people will beg in different ways. They will beg on the grounds that they have no money to go home and need ten yuan to buy tickets. My classmate was cheated like this. She saw with her own eyes that the beggar who gave her ten dollars turned to another person, saying the same words and using the same routine, which made her tremble in the cold wind. Anger. I like this ten dollars.
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Now the beggar industry has another role, from the most fundamental old, weak, sick and disabled to a deaf-mute person.
Yes, I met again.
Once in an Internet cafe, my best friend Lao Li and I were surfing the Internet. A man in his early twenties, about our age, came over and showed us a book about donating love, with prices ranging from ten dollars to twenty dollars to fifty dollars. Show your love in sign language. In fact, we don't want to give it, but we don't know how to explain the meaning of "refusal" to him. My best friend and I looked at each other, and he was still waiting eagerly at the door. Finally, we had to take out 10 and sign our names.
Strangely, he left and came back, gave us a note and asked for the QQ number. Plus, I was dumbfounded when I stepped on a horse. This product has opened members, yellow diamonds, red diamonds and green diamonds, which are richer than me. I'm not even a QQ member. What is even more incredible is that a deaf-mute actually opened a green diamond. Does he still listen to music?
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There are also some disgusting beggars who choose girls for money and don't give them. They have no idea how to write shame. Dignity is too worthless. Do I have to give it to you when begging? With what?
I saw a video on Weibo. A disabled person was lying in a car, sliding with his hands supported, and he couldn't see his legs. The whole shape is creepy. A man behind him kept taking pictures of him to see where he was going. Later, he was seen in a deserted place, unloading all his equipment and getting on a bus with his healthy legs exposed. A healthy middle-aged uncle has been living a life of pretending to be disabled. Well, his hobby is unique.
Professional beggars exhaust people's kindness.
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I've seen real beggars. Just to get something to eat.
10 years ago, at my grandma's house, at noon one day, a tramp came to grandma's yard with a drinking water tank in his hand (the iron tank for drinking water in the 1970s and 1980s had a pure white cup with a blue mouth, I wonder if you have any impression). I was a little scared at that time, hiding at the door and afraid to go out. My grandmother gave him a bowl of porridge, and he stood in the yard and drank it and left.
Another time, my grandmother went to a beggar's house, a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties. Looking at her clothes, she said that she slept in the haystack last night. My grandmother invited her into the house, asked her why, and asked someone to find her a job.
My grandmother in my impression is a very kind old man. Her eyes are bad. I have been with her since I was a child. In her words, I am her eyes.
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Now everything is changing, even beggars are not beggars when they were children.
Although there is only one word difference between begging and cheating, the difference is the conscience of being a man.
People who really need help may get nothing because of such a crisis of trust.
Your sharing is my motivation.