I was just at the liquor store (where'd the silly term "package" store come from, anyway?) buying a bottle of vodka. Upon leaving the store, a man clearly not of means approached me, saying he's an alcoholic and just needs fifty cents to buy a bottle of vodka. After gaping at him for a second in open-mouthed astonishment, I rather forthrightly told him no, I wasn't going to give an alcoholic any money to buy alcohol.
Points for honesty, yes....money, no.
Afterward it occurred to me what I ought to have done was offer to call the non-emergency police number so they could give him a ride to the Union Gospel Mission or Presbyterian Night Shelter, in hopes he'd hear the gospel plus receive counseling for his acknowledged addiction. Unfortunately I'm not good at thinking on my feet, so this better option didn't cross my mind until later.