Can beggars be choosers?


Well, it seems in today’s society they can.

As lunchtime came around, I decided to go out for a wander to strech the legs and clear the head. My stomach was doing more than grumbling and the rest of my team kept telling me to go and get some food.

So it was very shortly after I had left the office and had been wandering the chilly city streets that I spotted him.He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

He was sitting on the cold and wet pavement, back against the wall and begging for money. His thin body covered in an old top that could not be possibly keeping him warm. I am not sure what got to me, but I turned around and walked into the closest food store, which just so happened to be a Subway.

Once inside, I ordered a ham and salad six inch roll, paid for it and headed back to the beggar. With the freshly made roll in hand, I knelt down beside him and offered him the food, and waited for a thank you. But the response I received instead shocked me.


‘Nah mate, I’m not that hungry, but can I have some money for a pack of smokes?’

The words ‘Fuck off’ instantly came to mind, but I held back and shook my head as he continued to stare at me and wait for me to hand him change so he could buy a pack of Winnie Blue. Not on my watch I thought.

So with absolute disbelief, I stood up and walked off, still shaking my head at what had just occurred. I was now even more determined to hand the food over to a homeless person who wanted to be fed and would be grateful for the feed.
Well, it did take me another 15 minutes and another knockback to find someone who accepted the food rather than money.

So, is it the way I think, or have we become a society of self centered and choosey people who don’t want to settle for second best, or in this case third best?

I have not lost faith in what I do for others, as far as I know, there are still some people out there who will take what I have to offer with a smile and open arms, but on the odd occasion, I do have my doubts.

Sliding Doors

We are all aware of the ‘sliding doors’ scenario. As one opportunity is missed, another one takes its place. Sometimes for better, and other times for the worse. But no matter what choices we make, we will end up where we were meant to be.

This was the case on the day of my cycling accident, it could have ended up much differently had I made other choices on my first 25 kms of the ride.

As I headed towards Safety Beach, I slipped in behind another cyclist who was moving a few kms quicker than my normal pace, but I decided i should try and keep up with him for as long as possible and increase my stamina.

Sitting in his slipstream for 5 or so kms, I thought to myself this could be one of my quicker rides of the year. But as we approached a street heading up towards Arthur’s Seat, he turned into the street and I decided to continue with my original plan and do the hill climb of Arthur’s Seat the next day. Had I followed him, it might have been an entirely different ride, and a possibly a very different outcome to my day.

So I continued on solo for a while before turning back and setting my sights on Point Nepean. 60 kms away with a light headwind and the sun shining in the blue sky. A perfect day for a ride I kept telling myself.


As I looked ahead, I saw the set of lights change to amber, and instead of braking hard, I cruised through and continued on my merry way without a problem.

Looking back at the day, either one of those sliding door moments would have made a huge difference to my unhappy ending. Or would they have made no difference at all?

Would I have been injured on another part of my ride that day? Coming back down Arthur’s Seat at a breakneck speed. Or would have I gotten away without an injury? It’s hard to know which would have been the case, but what happened on that day, happened for a reason.

A reason I’m still unsure about, but one that didn’t leave me lying dead on the side of the road that morning. And for that I’m still very thankful. Even though it’s been a long and tough journey to recovery, I am hoping it will worthwhile in the long run, not just for me, but for my family and friends.

In the end, we will be where we are meant to be, no matter the twists, turns and tumbles we take.

Enjoy the journey with friends, family and loved ones. As the destination has been set. Life is too short for regrets.

A wonderful morning 

Stepping off the train at Southern Cross station as i headed to work, and taking in a perfect sight.

It makes me grateful for what I have, and what I never lost.

Enjoy every moment you have, you never know when your last moment will be.