When I was living in London, there is one incident that really stood out in my mind. I was walking to a Whitechapel supermarket and walked past a homeless man on the sidewalk with just a dirty blanket to cover him from the freezing winter cold. He wasn't asking or begging for money, he just looked so sad and so down and dirty my heart went out to him. I went into the nearest chicken shop and bought a big meal, went outside and gave it to him as well as 10 quid. He was of European descent and couldn't speak any English but he was so grateful. I felt wonderful just putting a smile on his face and giving him something warm in his stomach. The next week I went looking for him again but he was gone. I wanted to report his case to a charity near me that would go out and help him but he was no longer there. I hope he is ok.