MadRat
Lifer
This might be an ATOT topic but I figured I'd pitch it here first. My question is basically what would you do in the situation?
I was coming back from central Montana with the family and we stopped somewhere between Bozeman and Billings at a McDonald's. The family ordered the food and then sat down. A few tables down there was a homeless-looking individual sitting away from the rest of the customers. The guy was hard to miss as the bathrooms were right next to him and I make the kids wash up before their meals. His area smelled kind of funny, one of those smells I've only smelt in a hospice for terminal cancer patients, which is kind of a cross between decaying hamburger meat and body odor. Whatever the case he wore a bandana over his face. I didn't care to stare so I just ignored it and walked by on my way to wash up the littlest one.
After we all got seated the food was waiting at the counter so I went over and brought it back. I noticed my wife give a serious look of concern and then rolled her eyes in the direction of the bandana guy. She was showing her obvious displeasure of the guy's appearance. I told her quietly to "be nice" and tried to ignore her insulting behavior.
Another five minutes went by and my two older kids kept looking over at the guy and the middle child made a innocent comment about the smell. Since I wasn't sitting at the table I quietly relayed a message to my wife next to her to be quiet. My wife hadn't been paying attention to the kids but then intervened as quietly as she could to get them to stop the mocking. I don't think he probably heard any of it but this certainly made me think how cruel kids can be. No matter what my wife said the kids kept staring at him. They pretended to not look but it was obvious they were.
My youngest kid, just a year old, glanced over at the guy and shreaked. I calmed her down with a hug but she saw something that scared the daylights out of her. Strange as it sounds, nothing has ever scared her like that before and she has never as much as flinched at scary Halloween costumes. I couldn't help but to steal a few peeks at the guy to see what the kids were staring at. The guy was missing his lips! He had a rag on the table to catch his drool, which just made my heart drop. Whatever this guy's ailment, I couldn't help but just tear up on my insides.
He ran out of food and went back up for more. He had a credit or debit card with him but I didn't want to stare so I didn't watch him order. I know he had a small tablet with him and that may be how he communicated. Its might sound weird, but I wish I had watched just to settle my curiousity.
The guy never let on once that the kids were staring. Nor did he seem concerned that the baby was scared. He just kept plugging away at what looked like crossword puzzles and tried to eat his food. The whole affair just left me heart broken as this guy obviously has figured out how to survive in his present condition. My thought was that he probably was homeless just on gut instict, but its not like his clothes were completely dirtly or outwardly suggesting he was homeless. He had a credit card to buy food so its not like he seemed to be in need of a handout, nor did he imply he wanted or needed one.
What do you tell your kids in a situation like that? How do you handle the wife? I mean, afterwards, what would of been a good lesson for them? And what should I of tried to get out of this encounter? Do you go out of your way and offer the guy help or just go on and mind your own business? I have no clue what would of been the christian thing to do before, during, or after realizing his ailment. Give me some constructive feedback here.
I was coming back from central Montana with the family and we stopped somewhere between Bozeman and Billings at a McDonald's. The family ordered the food and then sat down. A few tables down there was a homeless-looking individual sitting away from the rest of the customers. The guy was hard to miss as the bathrooms were right next to him and I make the kids wash up before their meals. His area smelled kind of funny, one of those smells I've only smelt in a hospice for terminal cancer patients, which is kind of a cross between decaying hamburger meat and body odor. Whatever the case he wore a bandana over his face. I didn't care to stare so I just ignored it and walked by on my way to wash up the littlest one.
After we all got seated the food was waiting at the counter so I went over and brought it back. I noticed my wife give a serious look of concern and then rolled her eyes in the direction of the bandana guy. She was showing her obvious displeasure of the guy's appearance. I told her quietly to "be nice" and tried to ignore her insulting behavior.
Another five minutes went by and my two older kids kept looking over at the guy and the middle child made a innocent comment about the smell. Since I wasn't sitting at the table I quietly relayed a message to my wife next to her to be quiet. My wife hadn't been paying attention to the kids but then intervened as quietly as she could to get them to stop the mocking. I don't think he probably heard any of it but this certainly made me think how cruel kids can be. No matter what my wife said the kids kept staring at him. They pretended to not look but it was obvious they were.
My youngest kid, just a year old, glanced over at the guy and shreaked. I calmed her down with a hug but she saw something that scared the daylights out of her. Strange as it sounds, nothing has ever scared her like that before and she has never as much as flinched at scary Halloween costumes. I couldn't help but to steal a few peeks at the guy to see what the kids were staring at. The guy was missing his lips! He had a rag on the table to catch his drool, which just made my heart drop. Whatever this guy's ailment, I couldn't help but just tear up on my insides.
He ran out of food and went back up for more. He had a credit or debit card with him but I didn't want to stare so I didn't watch him order. I know he had a small tablet with him and that may be how he communicated. Its might sound weird, but I wish I had watched just to settle my curiousity.
The guy never let on once that the kids were staring. Nor did he seem concerned that the baby was scared. He just kept plugging away at what looked like crossword puzzles and tried to eat his food. The whole affair just left me heart broken as this guy obviously has figured out how to survive in his present condition. My thought was that he probably was homeless just on gut instict, but its not like his clothes were completely dirtly or outwardly suggesting he was homeless. He had a credit card to buy food so its not like he seemed to be in need of a handout, nor did he imply he wanted or needed one.
What do you tell your kids in a situation like that? How do you handle the wife? I mean, afterwards, what would of been a good lesson for them? And what should I of tried to get out of this encounter? Do you go out of your way and offer the guy help or just go on and mind your own business? I have no clue what would of been the christian thing to do before, during, or after realizing his ailment. Give me some constructive feedback here.