Irish Loves Beggars

Once in Ireland i found myself in a street there i saw an irish bald head low nose short height and somewhat lazy he was begging i came to know after my proud observation he was poor he may be hungry but i was sure he was begging. then one old lady in her fifties came to him and first ignored then he pleaded towards her with his weak senile body and requested. the lady had a big heart she offered him bread the beggar became happy. i began thinking who is god for that beggar the one in posters or the one who offered him bread. the one who gave him birth or the one who gave reason to survive. you decide.