The Fitted Disabled

I live in Detroit for over eight years now and it never cease to amaze me how much homeless are wondering aimlessly never stopping, wasting their energy. I would often find homeless yelling their lungs out, arguing to themselves. They drown themselves with alcohol, which will later cause disruption. I believe that they are the people more suited to be labeled disabled because of their disability to adjust instead of being stuck with whatever problem they had in the past. I am sure that these homeless people were not homeless right from the start they were probably born just like everybody else but they just failed to make the right decision and therefore living the life they have today. People born with a disability are getting through their lives way better than those alcoholic homeless who created disability for themselves by killing their brain cells with their morning alcohol. I walk home and encounter this type of people and I hate how sometimes I have to lie and say "No, I am sorry I have no change on me." They seem normal to me have all the limbs they need, can talk properly I mean it pisses me off to beg for money looking for pity. There are some who work for money such as play an instrument or at the least play music with some plastic drums and stick. I talked about the event where I encountered a homeless on wheelchair during my presentation in class. I was waiting on bus when this lady on a wheelchair approaches me. She looks so innocent and her eyes and her voice just got the best of me. I thought I would not lie today and go ahead and hand her some change. So she went on her way. I'm still waiting for the bus the next think I know she comes back towards me and she seem to have bought something at that one store across the street. So I was like "Okay..." She pass by me and maybe about five steps away from me she stops. You would not guess what she did. She stopped and stood up and she clearly sees that I can see her. She stood up and stretched and pull out a cigar which appeared to be the one that she bought. Then she sat back down and went with her life. I smiled and laughed inside thinking to myself "wow" I did not go and confront her I gave her the money and she has the right to spend it to whatever she desires. I just felt that she played me. She messed with my head and emotion and on top of that she had the nerve to expose everything next to me. I was stunned and it really changed how I viewed people who seemed homeless and perhaps people with disability.