Homeless

I have never had to live without a roof over my head, or food in my belly. Never even close. However, ever since I was a child, I would imagine living under a bridge. I can not even pretend that is the same thing as actually being homeless, but for whatever reason a tiny part of my brain totally associates itself with it. Also, I like food. So if a homeless person asks for a meal...who am I to begrudge them that?