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	<title>Comments on: Strange and Shouty Thanks</title>
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		<title>By: cat</title>
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		<dc:creator>cat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:51:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was in London with my sister, we came out of the market and stumbled (literally) across the legs of a seated guy begging for cash  right outside the door. My sister, always the giver, dropped her change into his outstretched hand, and we started to walk away. Now, we were totally unfamiliar with the fancy-shmancy, totally-different-than-ours European money and whatnot, so she had no idea how much money she dropped on the dude. Turns out, it wasn&#039;t much, as he made painfully clear when he began to yell at her and berate her for the measly amount of change she gave him. &quot;What am I supposed to do with THIS?!&quot; he screamed at her. I was SO ready to go back and demand he give back the money if he was going to be such an ass, but Jenny wouldn&#039;t let me. For her, the joy was in the giving; what he did then was up to him. But I was, as you said, somewhat &quot;traumatized&quot; by the experience, I have to admit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was in London with my sister, we came out of the market and stumbled (literally) across the legs of a seated guy begging for cash  right outside the door. My sister, always the giver, dropped her change into his outstretched hand, and we started to walk away. Now, we were totally unfamiliar with the fancy-shmancy, totally-different-than-ours European money and whatnot, so she had no idea how much money she dropped on the dude. Turns out, it wasn&#8217;t much, as he made painfully clear when he began to yell at her and berate her for the measly amount of change she gave him. &#8220;What am I supposed to do with THIS?!&#8221; he screamed at her. I was SO ready to go back and demand he give back the money if he was going to be such an ass, but Jenny wouldn&#8217;t let me. For her, the joy was in the giving; what he did then was up to him. But I was, as you said, somewhat &#8220;traumatized&#8221; by the experience, I have to admit.</p>
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		<title>By: Charlotte</title>
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		<dc:creator>Charlotte</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 20:59:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It feels good, right?  I&#039;m always leery of handing over money (which is not to say that you shouldn&#039;t), so I usually try to give food.  When we go to NYC we carry fresh fruit in our coat pockets or if we come across someone asking for money, we offer to go into the nearest restaurant and get them something to eat.  Sometimes they decline, which is weird to me.  Sure, you&#039;re not hungry NOW, but you might be later.  You don&#039;t even want something that won&#039;t spoil?  Weird.  Once we took kids to NYC and tried to show them the joy of giving food to those in need and a guy turned them away by saying that the food they were offering was full of preservatives and was unhealthy.  They were traumatized.  ANYWAY - way to go, you.  I&#039;m glad that you overcame your fear and did it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It feels good, right?  I&#8217;m always leery of handing over money (which is not to say that you shouldn&#8217;t), so I usually try to give food.  When we go to NYC we carry fresh fruit in our coat pockets or if we come across someone asking for money, we offer to go into the nearest restaurant and get them something to eat.  Sometimes they decline, which is weird to me.  Sure, you&#8217;re not hungry NOW, but you might be later.  You don&#8217;t even want something that won&#8217;t spoil?  Weird.  Once we took kids to NYC and tried to show them the joy of giving food to those in need and a guy turned them away by saying that the food they were offering was full of preservatives and was unhealthy.  They were traumatized.  ANYWAY &#8211; way to go, you.  I&#8217;m glad that you overcame your fear and did it!</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 01:49:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Way to go, Cat!!

I&#039;m not a horn-tooter either, by nature, but we are such constant food-hander-outers-to-un-named-strangers, that no matter WHO is walking down the street, Mr. B yells, &quot;Momma! We need to go to Old McDonalds! That person is &lt;strong&gt;hungry&lt;/strong&gt;!&quot;.

It might be something little, but at least it&#039;s SOMETHING. We have to start &lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;, ya know.

Always nice to hear that someone starts something somewhere. Well, I mean something &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. Sheesh, you know what I mean.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Way to go, Cat!!</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not a horn-tooter either, by nature, but we are such constant food-hander-outers-to-un-named-strangers, that no matter WHO is walking down the street, Mr. B yells, &#8220;Momma! We need to go to Old McDonalds! That person is <strong>hungry</strong>!&#8221;.</p>
<p>It might be something little, but at least it&#8217;s SOMETHING. We have to start <strong>somewhere</strong>, ya know.</p>
<p>Always nice to hear that someone starts something somewhere. Well, I mean something <em>good</em>. Sheesh, you know what I mean.</p>
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		<title>By: Bente</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bente</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 23:10:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aw, nice!</description>
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		<title>By: William</title>
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		<dc:creator>William</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 18:29:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Did you say &quot;Booyah!&quot; when you dropped the money in the cup?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Did you say &#8220;Booyah!&#8221; when you dropped the money in the cup?</p>
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		<title>By: RC - Rambling Along...</title>
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		<dc:creator>RC - Rambling Along...</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 17:51:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So glad you did, and glad it made you feel full of awesomeness!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So glad you did, and glad it made you feel full of awesomeness!</p>
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