My father refuses to give money to beggers and usually drives away muttering something along the lines of "He should just get a job," "They're probably lazy drunks." "Just sign up for welfare." etc.
To me, this attitude is so condescending and ignorant of the begger's situation. The person might've just hit a rough patch in life, they might be too occupied with familial issues, maybe they have a mental illness making it hard to get a job.
There are plenty of reasons for why that person can be poor, and it doesn't help them at all if we yell and hound them to "just get a job". It is inconsiderate to expect them to just help themselves, and it would be much kinder to give them spare change if they beg for it. CMV.
Edit: thanks everybody for all the replies! Theres alot of good perspectives here that help me understand things better.
And your experience is likely you leaping to conclusions out of personal prejudice or an attempt to assuage your conscience when you walk away from a person in need. Hey, they don't really need help, half if 'em are conmen and the rest choose to be homeless to enjoy the sweet, sweet bum lifestyle.
You know why homeless people panhandle? It's because nobody, and I mean nobody hires people to work out of a shelter except those day labor outfits. Not even temp agencies will touch you when you're in the shelters.
And day labor....let me tell you how that goes, hey? You show up early, because they put you in a queue for the jobs available for that day...and I mean "be there at six in the morning if you want to work" early. Then you sit around waiting for your name to be called, sometimes all day just to be turned away because there weren't enough jobs for the day. If you do get called for a job, you take it no matter what, because if you beg off, you get dumped to the back of the queue, not just that day, but every day from there on out until you show willing to work whatever task they deem to send your way. If you're lucky, you get sent to a place like the wreath factory to stick bows on Christmas wreaths. If you're unlucky, you get sent to the cannery to pack sardines or the town dump to clean the stortm fences. If you're really unlucky, you wind up on a job site slinging around a three-hundred-plus pound concrete hose for a basement pour by yourself. (That last one is the reason why my guts are currently held in by a shitton of surgical mesh - multiple hernias are such great fun....)
And you do this for minimum wage for only the time you spend on the job site. If you don't have a vehicle, you pay someone to get you to the job. Your check is handed to you at the end of the day, and because you can't open a checking account without an address, you lose a substantial chunk of your paltry check to a cashing service, just to get access to your earnings. And then you get back to the shelter late because you worked, and all the beds are full, so you get to sleep in a hard plastic chair in the cafeteria with the TV blairing all night and the lights on, trying to ignore the unmedicated schizophrenic in the corner wailing her divine visions, ignoring the fistfight over someone stiffing another out of a cigarette, only to rinse, lather, and repeat the next day.
So to recap, you invest between twelve and sixteen hours of your time between waiting for a job, getting to the job site, working, and get back to the agency to get your check, and you likely wind up dead tired, reeking of trash or fish, or bodily broken, and they hand you a check for on average about thirty-five bucks. You give a fiver to the guy that got you to the job, pay another fiver to get access to your money, and end the day $25 richer. And you get to start the next day, and the next, and the next, sleep deprived and in physical agony, just to try to scrape the miniscule sums together you can earn into enough money to rent a room to get yourself an address, so you can stand even a remote chance of getting a real honest-to-goodness nine-to-five job and get a life again.
Panhandling (or worse, blowing strangers for a fiver) is far more profitable, if you're willing to sell your dignity to do it, and it's less likely to physically destroy you. There's your choices when you're homeless....unless someone steps in to help.
You just keep pretending that people choose that life, if it makes you feel better. I know different - that life is the jagged rocks waiting for you at the based of the cliff should you ever fall.
Edit: Many thanks for the gold!
Edit 2: /u/DorianGainsboro popped into the thread mentioning the /r/homeless subreddit, dedicated to figuring out ways to alleviate homelessness. If you're inclined, go check it out!
Edit 3: It's come up often enough in the comments that I guess I need to say something here - the /r/best of link doesn't provide context, you'll need to view full comments to see I wasn't replying to the OP, but to something a few comments down the tree.