Part of my walk today took me through the parking lot of a large strip mall. Halfway through the lot I stared to hear music. Eventually I saw a middle-aged man sitting in a folding chair in a small island close to the stores. He was performing on a large accordion, and had a karaoke music machine next to him to provide background music and amplification.
(I've often walked by people playing on busy street corners, but this is the first time I've seen a musician set up shop in a parking lot. It's probably a good place, with lots of cars driving by and foot traffic from people going into stores.)
There was a hard-to-read handwritten sign propped up on the karaoke machine. From what I could make out the man had lost his job, had a family to support, etc.
I've been scammed enough that I don't give money to down and out people, but this felt different. It was about 40 degrees outside, and this man was more of a busker than a panhandler. I looked in my wallet, but all I had was a $20 bill and some change. It didn't feel like enough but I dumped all the change into the man's tip bucket. Without missing a note, he smiled and thanked me.
I walked to the far end of the strip mall, then doubled back. When I went by the man again he was standing and dancing around while still playing his accordion, I'm guessing to warm himself up.
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Poor man. It was good of you to donate. I get so many requests to donate at this time of year I really have to be selective.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't it seems like every organization you have a relationship with sends out a donation letter in December?
DeleteIt's a tough life for many these days. This was generous.
ReplyDeleteI try to give street musicians a dollar or two. By that guideline this gentleman got stiffed, but it was the best I could do at the time.
DeleteWhen we lived in San Francisco I always carried money in my pocket as there were buskers everywhere in the city. I figure if they are entertaining me, they are earning money, so I gladly give. Remember the story of the world famous musician who played in the NY subway and few people recognized him nor stopped to listen and give money. That has always stood out to me as a lesson to give and give generously as we never know when we are visited by angels.
ReplyDeleteI do the same thing when I think there might be someone playing, but the unusual location caught me off guard. Since the pandemic started I don't use very much cash, and don't get much of a chance to break the large bills I get from the ATM.
DeleteSo many poor people in this bitter cold weather.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I've never seen a busker at a mall either. I wonder if the location is working out for him. I hope he gets some hot food and a warm place to sleep.
ReplyDeleteAs strip malls go, this one is well located, and can be entered off of two major streets.
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