Monday, November 24, 2008  Plymouth Apartments  I met a young
couple today. You could see the searching in their eyes, so we
struck up a conversation. "We are just looking for someone to
talk with." They were at the tension point between unease and
desperation. They had lost their jobs and were living out of
their Plymouth. They were not married, had met only a few months
prior.  This time of year, you see a lot of people asking for
help. You hear a lot of stories. Some true, some maybe not.
There are a lot of arguments against helping.  If they really
wanted they could just get a job. They should look to family.
Handouts only encourage them to continue to beg. If you give
them money they will only spend it on alcohol. They could be
dangerous. They could be lying. They could be that fabled guy
who dresses up like a homeless man and goes home to his mansion
each day he bought with the money he swindled off you and other
gullible do-gooders. They are living in sin, they should get
their act together and then I