Every time I see a helpless/homeless/jobless person near the streets tying to get money, my hearts shatters into millions of pieces

there was a man with a cardboard. I can already tell he was homeless, and my mom felt bad for him. My mom was about to give $15 dollars to the man, but it was a green light and we couldn't stop.

We had to go to CVS for something and when we came back to the spot, the man wasn't there anymore.

My mom, brother and I prayed that he could get money and stuff...

*starts crying*

I'm just glad my dad wasn't there...