I'm Bob Hope's Brother, No Hope

I’m Bob Hope’s Brother, No Hope

I decided not to dismiss the smallish woman standing before me, clutching a plastic bag with some food she said she had been able to muster up so far. Before she went into further detail, which she seemed prepared to do, I gave her a dollar.

She quickly thanked me and disappeared around the corner. I understood my dollar would not end her troubles, but I knew it would help if she were truly in need. You can get 3 packs of Ramen Noodles for a buck.

When I was homeless I had one of those days in the spring when it was raining, and I couldn’t do a street show. Hunger overtook pride, and I asked a complete stranger for some money. He had a nice raincoat and umbrella combo which suggested he might have a couple of bucks he could let go of.

My request was short and sweet and was met with 2 whole dollars! That was enough to get a meal at the Y, my faith in humanity restored. Who knows, maybe I fell for her carefully planned scheme to wrench money from the most heartless among us. If I did, it was only for a buck.

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