God makes beauty from ashes

I was just leaving Coles, wandering why I always leave with so many bags of shopping when all I originally went there for was a carton of milk... ...when a disheveled man approached me. I could tell right away he was homeless. "Excuse me, Madam" he began Madam? how old does he think I am? Surely I don't look like a 'Madam' yet?!? "Could you spare $2.00? I've uhh...I've not eaten all day" He didn't look at me as he spoke, his eyes were lowered to the ground. Filled with compassion, I put my bags down, got out $2 and put it into his grubby palm. "Thank you" he said simply, nodded, offered a smile...and shuffled off. I picked up my bags, wondering instantly if I'd done the right thing. Was this guy  really hungry or is he just asking everyone for money so he can get alcohol with it? Was he going to buy drugs? Have I just funded his next 'hit'? (is that what they call it?) I had to shrug and remind mys