Spare a dime

My wife and I were in Dunkin Donuts the other day, (this was before we started our “After New Year” diet), where I spotted this homeless man asking people for spare change. I assume he was homeless, but at least he did appear to be in need.
He moved around the tables receiving rejection and disrespect from those he encountered. 
At a table near me were two gentlemen sitting with open bibles, having a very animated discussion about some religious principle. The homeless man was totally ignored by these men, I guess he didn’t fit into their religious thoughts at the moment.
When he came to our table I asked him why he wanted the money and he told me so he could get a donut like the one I was eating. I walked him up to the  counter and bought him the donut, for which he was very grateful. I don’t give money to people, but I will often get them something they need, just so the money isn’t turned into more destructive elements in their life.
My wife and I left Dunkin Donuts after a while and I noticed the religious zealots were still deep in conversation. Guess that’s why I’m just not religious anymore. Just Say’n.