[b][u]This thread is a bit bloggy, so if you don't want to read it gtfo right meow and have a nice day/night.[/u][/b] Anyhue, I was out skating in my usual area just trying to clear my head a bit and get some fresh air, that and I wanted to see if I had the energy for my usual routine since I hadn't slept (and still haven't). As I was making my way through the area for the second time, I noticed something bright and shiny in the street. I thought it was a dime 'cause I barely glanced at it, so I promptly dismissed it as being worth picking up. At the same time, being as shiny as it was, it's like it was asking to be picked up, but still I ignored it. Barely even a foot away was another one, only I realized it wasn't a dime, but actually a quarter. I quickly stopped my board and picked it up hastefully. Much to my surprise there was more, much more. I stuffed the coin portion of my wallet with as much as I could fit and put the rest in my pocket and went on my way to continue my lap. On my way passing through again, I noticed yet another series of quarters at nearly every turn. This is the part where I feel terrible. Before I had passed through for the third time to find the second set, I passed by what I assumed to be a homeless person doing something by a dumpster. Now prior to that, I was just thinking to myself that I should maybe see if they belonged to someone (since most of them look fairly new as if they spilled out of a coin roll thingy) like the guy that usually sits in his company truck behind the Kmart where I pass through. I decided not to, but as soon as I saw the homeless looking guy, I considered giving them to him. Why? You might be asking, I have a three good reasons. For one, I would like to help out people in need in anyway I can and if money was no object to me, I'd personally go out and help the ones that want it get back on their feet. Two, my family and I have been in shitty situations on multiple occasions, so I sort of know the feel (maybe not to the same extent, but if it weren't for the kindness of others we would have barely been living out of a car). Finally, I've had a fear of growing up and being a homeless person since I was in third grade. So with all that said, it bothers me that I would be such a douche and not offer them to him. I had yet to count them so I didn't know how much I would have been giving, but every hand is a helping hand no matter how small. Instead, I greedily continued on to see if I could find more (and did) and tried to justify not giving to him by entertaining the thought that for all I know he's a drug addict and by giving him money I'd just be an enabler. On the way back, I was still considering giving them to him, but he was gone. I'm not a greedy or selfish person by any means (well, I'll admit, I can be a bit greedy but I have no issue sharing anything) however, my actions showed exactly the opposite and given the three things I listed, I feel horrible. TL;DR I found [url=http://i.imgur.com/x3G5u0A.jpg]eight dollars and twenty-five cents[/url] worth of quarters and didn't give it to someone who more than likely could have used it more than I and now feel bad...