Well, I'm pretty sure he was homeless. He had a cardboard sign saying 'Tired, hungry, could use help'. Was relatively youngish, maybe mid to late twenties? Anyways, I was driving my mom around so she could run some errands and decided to grab some pizzas to eat with the family later. I saw dude on the side of the road and after pulling out, flipped a U, and gave him two slices. When I walked up, I saw there was more people sitting on the side of the road about fifty feet behind him. I'm pretty sure they were with him, and he was the one holding the sign for the 'group' I guess. Like I said I didn't see em until I had already handed dude some pizza. He just said a pretty dry, 'thanks', and then I walked away. I didn't do it to get some positive reinforcement, but it got me thinking about a few things... Should I have given this guy and his folks like a full pizza? It's only five bucks, and really in the grand scheme of things, what's five bucks to an average single guy. I guess it just got me thinking about the philosophy of everything, do we ignore people like this most of the time because there's a pessimistic but rational part of our brain that says these folks are gonna use drugs and are beyond our help? Like in some way, shape, or form, they're stiffing us? Or does our pessimistic view come from some deep seeded greed to hoard our own money and supplies, even if it is a pretty insufficient amount. Like basically strangling our own empathy. I don't know, it's not a big deal, but it got me thinking... what should I have done? Rationally, philosophically, spiritually... like all together?