My brother and I were walking in a rough part of town. [View all]

A woman came up to us with a walker and asked for some money so she could get home to somewhere else. It was on the street all the drug abusers deal. She came from a gas station and a construction site. We said sorry and did not give her anything. The last thing I want to do is buy drugs for someone and have them die. When we drive through the heavily drugged street in Ottawa and are stopped at a stoplight my brother will offer an apple (greatly appreciated) or a juice box (he is diabetic and always has extra juice boxes in the car). I used to give money often but stopped more than a decade ago when people started dying like crazy in this city. I feel bad. I donate money to a homeless shelter every month. That is all I can do.