Although most of these people are cons, occasionally one of them is truly an innocent in need.
I was in the Dominican Republic in 1978. I had been there for two years and I had had enough of the place. I only had $75 and an airline ticket to Miami was $92. I was sitting in the coffee shop at the airport and I must have had a look on my face like the world was ending, which, when you're stuck in the Dominican Republic of 1978 and can't get out, it was. A stewardess noticed me, sat down and asked what was wrong. I told her my story and she said not to worry about it. She gave me the number of her flight to Miami and told me to be there at boarding time. She said that if there was an empty seat she would let me have it for the $75, which she would split with the pilot. Well, I showed up, everybody boarded and out she came. She asked for the money up front which made me more than a little nervous. She disappeared back into the plane and I was sure I had just been screwed royally. A couple of minutes later she emerged, waved me onboard and excorted me to a seat. Hallelujah, I was going home!
We arrived in Miami in the afternoon and I, being penniless and several thousand miles from home in Los Angeles, still had a small problem. I called home to have some money wired to me in Miami so I could buy a ticket to L.A. I hung around the Western Union office for hours waiting for the money to come. I tried calling home several times to confirm that the transaction had been made, but nobody answered. I was hungry as hell because I hadn't eaten for over 24 hours. As much as I hated doing it, I started telling people my tragic story and asking for some change to get something to eat. As I expected, most people looked at me like a pariah. With each rejection it became more difficult to ask the next person.
I'll bet you're waiting for me to tell you that some nice person finally gave me some money or bought me a sandwich. Wrong! I never got a penny from a single person. Evidently they were all cut from the same cloth that some of you are.
The money finally showed up at 7:00am the next morning. I bought a ticket and stuffed my face at the nearest cafe.
That is why I occasionally give money to panhandlers.
P.S. It isn't like I was broke. I had money in the bank at home, I just didn't have any credit cards or anyother way to access the money.