Where I am from, their was always this elderly women who was in a wheelchair who would sit outside this restaurant every night and ask for money. I was always curious how she got there and why no one was helping her. It turns out that her son would leave her there every night to beg for money, while he would go to the bars and drink. I always thought to myself if only their was a way to help her I would. But I never knew the full story and what I could do personally to help her. I have given her money a couple of times, but I have never pictured myself in her shoes and what it is like to be her.